I wanted to focus on Gabe's struggle with his feelings for Mila, Tyler's sense of duty, and the pressure from their parents. Hope I was able to capture that here. Let's see if their fighting spirit will stay strong when another situation arise. Thanks for reading. Remember to vote, comment, and share. Happy Reading.
GABEThis room was starting to feel like it was suffocating me. Everything was so fucked up. Mila briefly told me what happened at the party. The moment she said she ended up in a cave with Tyler, her heat raging, I already knew what happened. I didn’t even let her finish before bolting to Tyler’s office. Now this shit. What the hell was going on? How did me and Ari become the subjects, and how did my mom know about us being mates? I looked at Tyler and saw he was just as confused as I was..“Wait a minute,” Tyler said, walking around the desk. “He’s not taking my position, right?”My mom raised a hand. “Of course not,” she said. “Tyler, you will remain Alpha here, and we will find you another suitable mate. For now, just focus on school and your alpha duties.”“So what does that mean for me?” I asked, but I already knew when she looked away.“That means you will be leaving to become the Alpha of MoonCrest pack,” my dad said matter- of-factly. “Why do you think we brought you along wi
MILAMy world shattered the moment Gabe said those words. Everything was falling apart. My things were left on the curb of the packhouse yesterday, and this morning Luna Emily told me I was kicked from the scholarship competition for attacking Arianna. The one time I finally stick up for myself, I get punished for it. And now this–the one person who has always been on my team was speaking nonsense.“I’m sorry, Mila,” Gabe said, glancing around nervously. “But I think it’s best if we break up.”“I don’t underst–”“Gabriel, we should go,” Ari said, walking by us. “Your mother is expecting us, remember?”“I’m coming,” Gabe said harshly before looking at me. “I really am sorry, Mila. I… have to say goodbye.”I watched as he turned to leave the school right behind Arianna. I couldn’t accept it. Not after everything we’ve been through. Something wasn’t right. I followed him outside and grabbed his arm before he got into the car.“What the hell, Gabe? What’s going on?” I searched his face and
TYLERIt was New Year’s Eve, and I could hear the party roaring upstairs. The house was alive with laughter, music, and the buzz of people eagerly anticipating the new year with its new possibilities. But for me, the festivities felt distant, a contrast of my foul mood. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but I knew being around everyone was unbearable tonight. My parents were chumming it up with the Mora family, expressing their gratitude and celebrating the upcoming mating ceremony between Gabe and Ari. I guess I was still pissed about that happening. All this excitement was just a reminder of everything I was losing.“Well, my Amber still needs to find a suitable mate,” Luna Franesca joked, looking my way. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have two brothers with two sisters? It would make family functions run so much smoother.”I nearly puked in my champagne glass, sharing a look of disbelief with Gabe. This wasn’t how I was expecting to end the year. Becoming the Alpha was already in the bag,
MILAIn the chill of the early morning, I stood in front of my parent’s graves. The new year had just begun, and I was preparing to leave for the airport. I clutched the acceptance letter to my chest, thinking of my new beginning, and trying not to remember the heartache from last month. I placed the flowers and the letters on my parents’ graves, melancholy sinking in as I realized this might be the last time. I had visited this place countless times, seeking comfort and guidance from the memories of the only people who loved me unconditionally. I knelt down, tracing my fingers over their names etched in stone. “Hey Mom, Dad. I’m… leaving today. It might be a long time before I come back, but I’m finally getting out of this place. It hasn’t been the same since I lost you two. Honestly, every day it's getting harder and harder to remember the good times we’ve had.” I stopped to wipe the tears that fell down my face. “But don’t worry. I will do better and make you both proud. I will be
MILATen Years LaterI, Mila Amelie Davis, am back at the Grandfur Mountain Pack.It took me a while to come back, but plans like these needed time, especially if I was taking on two of the most powerful families in these parts. There was no room for error or distractions.My driver pulled out in front of the orphanage and helped me out. The crisp air greeted me the same as it did when I left this place. Time had not been nice to the place that once served as my sanctuary. It looked as if one strong gust of wind could knock it down. The front had overgrown hedges, some of the windows were boarded up, and the entrance was covered with fern. The place definitely needed some fixing, but even in its dilapidated state, it looked perfect to me. As my driver gathered my things, the door to the orphanage burst open, and Laura ran out, her face lighting up at the sight of me.“Mila, you made it!” she screamed, nearly jumping into my arms. It took me by surprise since this was the first time I’
MILAIt didn’t take me long to get on to their property. The light from the moon above cast an eerie glow over the landscape, illuminating the packhouse with its manicured lawns and towering stone wall. Clearly they had a huge upgrade to the decor. Luckily, the layout hadn’t changed at all, but Jenna wasn’t kidding–the patrol was thick. Pack members, in both human and wolf forms, crisscrossed the grounds with precision. The sounds from the party inside masked my movements through the bushes.I kept to the shadows, the scent blocker spray masking my presence, hoping it wouldn’t wear off too soon. I made it to the side of the house where Gabe’s room was, relieved they hadn’t cut down the massive oak tree near it. That tree had been our secret passageway, a relic from our past when sneaking around was a thrilling game. I hid my bag in a nearby bush and started the climb, my muscles barely straining, the familiar path both a comfort and a burden.It was only a small leap from the branch to
GABEI wish this day was already over. I thought as I walked to the Alpha’s office with Tyler trailing behind me. The entire day has been a blur of business meetings and investor pitches, and the only notable moment was catching an unfamiliar yet strangely familiar scent in my room. At first, I thought it was my brother’s new conquest, but there was something about it that sparked the edge of my memory. Either way, a deep clean of my room was imminent.Opening the door to the Alpha’s office, I was met with an unexpected sight–my dad and mom wrapped in an intimate embrace.“Come on,” I groaned, shielding my eyes. “There are other rooms for this kind of display, you know.”“Geez, talk about trauma,” Tyler chimed in from behind me. “Now, I can’t work in here either.”My mom laughed, stepping around the desk. “Oh please, you act like you’ve never seen me kissing your father. I’m sure you’ve seen worse.”“And there’s nothing wrong with showing your mate some love,” my dad added. “Tyler, you
ARII moved to Gabe’s side, smoothing my dress as my father stood there with my stepmother standing slightly behind him. He was impeccably dressed as always, his dark suit and perfectly styled hair giving him an air of confidence and authority that made my blood boil. Growing up under his thumb, I learned that his appearance often masked the ruthless and manipulative person he truly was.“Alpha Gregory,” Gabe said, keeping his tone civil. “I didn’t know you were coming.” I could clearly see the tension in Gabe’s shoulders, so I stepped closer, hoping my scent would calm him.“Arianna didn’t tell you,” my father smiled, his eyes flickering between Gabe and me. “I thought you two were thick as thieves.”I started to say something, but Gabe stepped forward in a protective stance. “We are, but unlike some, I like for her to have her freedom.”If I was brave enough, I would’ve laughed in my father’s face. Instead, I placed my hand on Gabe’s arm, a gentle reminder that eyes were still on us
MILAThe room stilled.“What is this?” Gregory barked, looking around the room. I noticed how he subtly narrowed his eyes at Emily.Good. I wanted him to think it was her. For now. Murmurs filled the room as everyone’s attention was glued to the screen. It flickered again. Then came the audio–his voice. Clear. Calm. Cold.And damning.“The boat needed to go. Collateral damage is part of the price when you want to clean house. And the girl? She’s just like her parents–too dangerous to be left alive.”Silence swallowed the room. Then chaos.“That doesn’t prove anything,” Gregory shouted. “That could be anybody.”But the screen answered him. It split into two windows: one showed Gregory pacing in a private study, the second displayed spreadsheets, maps, and message logs–each one marked with timestamps and code names.The proof was overwhelming.Someone screamed. A councilman stood. Arianna’s mouth dropped open. Emily turned toward Gregory, the smile never leaving her face, even as she wi
MILAFrances and his assistant poured over the portfolio like it was a rare manuscript. I shifted in my seat, resisting the urge to glance at my watch again. There was too much riding on today–too much to still do.Frances finally looked up, his eyes twinkling behind those sleek, gold-framed glasses. “This is truly something special,” he said, tapping the edge of the page. “And the technology?”I straightened a bit, proud. “Smart fabric. Reactive threads that shift color based on light exposure and body temperature. The effect is subtle, elegant—like your vintage diamond collection. Sophisticated, but with presence.”Across the table, Emily’s jaw tensed. I caught the flicker of annoyance in her eyes and smiled, just a little.Frances chuckled. “Indeed, Mademoiselle. You’ve captured the season in a way that feels... alive.” He flipped another page, his gaze sharp but admiring. “I must admit, I’m surprised. After everything that’s happened lately, I expected something more... reserved.”
MILAThere was no gentle buildup this time. No teasing smile. No calculated flirtation. Gabe kissed me like he meant to ruin me–with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs. One hand tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make my body jolt with need. I gasped, but he swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine in a battle I was already losing.He lifted me effortlessly from the chair, setting me down on the desk as if he’d been waiting to do it since the moment he walked in. His body pressed against mine, all muscle and heat and quiet dominance.“See?” he murmured against my lips, voice dark and full of promise. “You like it when I take control. Don’t you?”And damn him–I did. My body answered before my mouth ever could, arching into him, fingers clawing at his shirt to pull him closer.“Answer me, Mila.”“I… do,” I breathed, the words escaping like a confession.Those words cracked something open in him. He kissed me again–deeper, rougher–his hands
MILATyler was, somehow, unexpectedly my hero.Not only did he make sure the publication printed the correct draft of the Aliz magazine–the one with my real Summer collection and not the tragic sabotage Lena tried to pass off–but he also made sure Lena got demoted. Now she was stuck shooting staged waterfalls and hotel breakfast buffets for the travel catalogue division. Honestly? Served her right for trying to cross me.Apparently, I had Amira to thank for that little coup.I still didn’t know how I felt about her. The woman switched sides like it was Fashion Week and loyalty was just another trend. But one thing I did know? She was in love with Tyler. Hopelessly, painfully in love. That might’ve made her dangerous–but it also gave me leverage. And I wasn’t above playing that card if I had to.“So… you think this will work?” Camila’s voice broke through my thoughts and I remembered what I was doing… or trying to do.“I don’t know,” I sighed, moving all the mockups for my fall collect
ARIThe diamond necklace with the crystal pendant glinted in the mirror, catching the light like it still mattered. Like it still meant something. Gabe had given it to me for a birthday present. Placed it around my neck himself. Told me I looked like someone no one would dare cross. It had to mean something, right? A gift that rare didn’t come without weight.So I wore it today–not for sentiment, but strategy.Let him see it. Let him remember. Let him regret.But he didn’t. He barely blinked. No hesitation, no flicker of guilt. Just another command over the phone and a condescending smirk on his lips.“Nothing a blow dryer can’t fix,” Gabe said, like I was already a mistake he was eager to forget.I could’ve slapped him. I should’ve. But I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. It would’ve meant I still cared.I’d lose a hundred battles before I let him see me lose the war.When I stormed into my father’s office, he didn’t even glance up from his damned ritual–always washing his hands
GABEI barely heard the door open behind me before Arianna’s scent hit the air–a soft, artificial sweetness that never sat right. I didn’t turn around. I was on the phone, my voice quiet.“Just put on a suit. I need you to go over there and fix this. She doesn’t need to deal with this right now. So please handle it.”Arianna moved closer as I flushed the urinal and moved to the sink to wash my hands.“You know the symbols on the outside of the door are there for a reason,” I said, not glancing at her.“Were you talking about Mila just now?” she asked, arms crossing as she leaned against the door. I ignored her and walked towards the office. It's been a busy couple of days with the move back to the Mora company. “You’re really moving on that fast, huh?” Arianna asked, following me. “The ink on the divorce papers is still wet.”“Nothing a blow dryer can’t fix,” I smiled, hoping to get rid of her, but the look on her face told me otherwise. “Arianna, don’t start.”Her lip curled. “Disg
MILAI stared between the both of them before Lena spoke.Lena’s eyes widened. “You. Why–why are you here?”“Oh, relax,” I said, stepping inside and locking the door behind me. The click echoed louder than I expected. “How convenient. Two traitors. One hotel room. The universe really said, ‘Here you go, babe.’”Neither of them had time to react before I walked straight to Lena, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and slammed her face into the wall. Hard enough to sting, soft enough to not get us arrested for homicide. Balance.She gasped, tried to say something. I yanked her back, then shoved her forward again.“Don’t speak,” I hissed. “You’ve already said enough with those sabotage photos.”Behind me, I heard Amira shifting toward the door. I didn’t even turn around.“Take one more step and I will throw you out that window. I’m not saying you’ll die, but gravity’s a bitch and bones snap real easy from the ninth floor.”Amira froze.“Smart girl,” I said.Honestly from this height, it would
MILA“…just waiting for answers. Why did this have to happen? What could have prevented an incident that took two of the most important people in my life?” Alpha Gregory’s voice cracked just enough to sound human. He gripped the podium like it might run away if he let go, flashes from the cameras popping like fireworks behind a funeral. Arianna stepped up beside him, touched his arm–perfectly timed, perfectly staged. A father-daughter moment, photogenic grief included.But I didn’t care about them. My eyes drifted past them to Gabe. He stood stiffly off to the side, holding Noah like the only anchor he had left. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else–expression blank, shoulders tight. I hadn’t seen him since he left the orphanage a couple weeks ago. No calls. No updates. We were both busy–him with God knows what, me trying to salvage my image from the dumpster fire of the fashion show. Oh, and also: still no sign of my dad. The meeting with Emily that was supposed to bring ans
MILAI stirred awake to the sound of birds and the sensation of warmth that had me feeling so good. A strong arm draped over my waist, the steady rise and fall of a familiar chest beneath my cheek. My heart stuttered as the scent of spice and dark chocolate filled my lungs–Gabe. It was oddly comforting, dangerously so. A moment of peace I had no business indulging in.Something tickled my nose. I cracked one eye open to find yellow flowers brushing against my face. That was when the realization hit.We were lying in a flowerbed.Panic jolted through me. I shot up, sending Gabe’s arm tumbling off of me. My breath came fast as I scanned our surroundings. Shit. Jenna’s going to kill me. Gabe groaned, shifting onto his back, his hand searching for mine. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled, his voice sleep-heavy, unbothered.I smacked his chest, ignoring the way my fingers tingle from the contact. “No, no, no. Get up. We fell asleep in a flowerbed. Jenna’s going to be pissed we messed up her