Hello Readers. I want to thank you for diving into another chapter. I wanted to add more than just drama, so I hope you like to air of mystery in what Mila might find in this mysterious house. Whatcha think she's going to find in there?
GABEThe conference room seemed to be the only place for solace nowadays. I sat at the head of a long mahogany table, my laptop opened, and documents and photos spread around me in neat piles. Despite my intervention, my dadâs company was barely staying afloat. I sighed and leaned against the table. This job was as demanding as being an Alpha. Now I see why my dad was barely at home, and it sucked that I felt like I was doing the same to Noah. As I continued to review the documents, I heard the door creak open. I expected it to be my assistant, but instead I was greeted by a heavenly scent.âThere you are,â Arianna said, standing in the doorway, holding our little Noah by the hand. The sight of them instantly brightened my mood. âWeâve been looking all over for you.ââWell, this is a nice surprise,â I said, walking over to them.Noah ran the rest of the way to me, jumping into my arms. âHi, Daddy! Mommy said we needed to come and save you from the office monster,â he said, wrapping hi
TYLERI never expect to find myself in these situations as easily as this. Itâs not like I ask or say anything to women nowadays. They just want to fuck me. Honestly, itâs me whoâs being used like a toy. After my brother basically begged my dad to make me CEO, my dad finally settled on making me Co-CEO, which felt like a punishment. Whatever. The next opportunity was going to make things better for me. It was a busy day at the office as everyone was getting ready for the first fashion show of the season. I was engrossed in the new line, going over every detail, trying to figure out the best way to get my position back fully. The weight of my recent mistakes hung over me like a dark cloud, but I was determined to claw my way back.A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. âCome in,â I called out, not bothering to look up from my desk. The door creaked open, and I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. âGood evening, Alpha Tyler,â a woman said, her voice sweet and innocen
ARII felt a surge of excitement as I stepped out of the sleek black car with Gabe following closely behind. The velvet-roped pathway illuminated by soft, ambient lighting led to the entrance of the exclusive, private fashion show, adorned with subtle, elegant signage. We made our way through as the slew of paparazzi bunched up behind the guarded velvet ropes threw questions at us. Notably, did we know who the designer was? Why were we picked to get an invitation?I didnât know the answers to either of these but it made the evening even more special. We moved inside where the security checked the special invitations with precision, their demeanor professional yet courteous. Gabe handed over two intricately designed invitations, embossed with gold leaf detailing, and received a warm nod of approval.The pathway leading to the reception area was lined with luminescent strips that changed colors as we walked by, creating a vibrant, ever-shifting mosaic of light. The reception area was a s
MILATheir faces were delicious. I could almost jump on their table and punch each of them in the face, but alas, this was my very first debut. Thereâd be time for drama at a later time. The after-party buzzed with excitement. The lights, music, and the hum of conversation created an intoxicating atmosphere. My manager, Camila, outdone herself with this debut. The room was filled with journalists, fashion editors, buyers, and influencers, all eager to interview me. Everyone wanted to know the same thing. Why were you hiding? Why did you come out? Are you really the designer? Where did the tech idea come from?âDarling, this experience was out of this world,â a famous editor gushed, her eyes wide admiration.âYou just gave us a glimpse into the future of haute couture,â a buyer continued, his voice full with excitement. âI would love for my store to host your line.âI barely had to speak, with Camila answering the bulk of the questions. I was glad she was here. It took two weeks to con
TYLERMila fucking Davis. There she was commanding the attention of a small group of buyers and fashion editors. I couldnât deny that her presence was magnetic, her confidence undeniable as she talked with them. I couldnât believe this was the same girl, who would try to use her hair to hide herself in class.Now, she was on full display. Her hair was an artful halo of tightly coiled curls, voluminous and free, framing her face like a regal lionessâs mane. Her deep brown eyes were framed by thick, dark lashes that made them look larger and more expressive. And when she smiled, it was with her whole faceâher eyes crinkled at the corners, and her full, perfectly shaped lips parted to reveal perfectly white teeth.What are you doing? I scolded myself. Why was I fonding over someone like her? Iâve had hotter girls before. Though, none of them made me feel the way she did back in the cave. A feeling I could never forget, even if I tried. Now, I was staring at her like a stalker. The fitted
MILAâGabe.âMy heart raced as he looked at me and I saw the semblance of the boy I once loved. He looked just as he always didâconfident, handsome, and utterly oblivious to the turmoil heâd left in his wake. I steeled myself, forcing a calm expression as he turned to Tyler.âWeâre having a conversation here, Gruggs,â Tyler said, stepping in between us. I rolled my eyes at his antics. Grew up my ass. I thought as I walked around him.âActually, we were finished, Alpha Tyler,â I said, hoping he could hear the finality in my voice. âIf you have any other queries you can direct them to my manager, Camila.ââButâĶââGabe, may we have a moment?â I asked before turning to Tyler. âAlone.âTyler looked shocked before recovering and clearing his throat. âMaybe you could point the way to your manager.âI pointed to a crowded area where Camila was surrounded by editors, reporters, and other admirers. Tyler looked between us again before turning on his heels. I waited a few minutes before turning t
I didnât waste time, leaving the party with Jenna as Camila stayed back and answered questions about my sudden disappearance. The run there felt like a blur, my thoughts racing as fast as Rayne ran. My hands trembled as I placed my dadâs ring into the keyhole. A series of mechanical clicks followed, and the sound of metal shifting made me step back. The slabs moved, revealing a hidden house. I turned to see that Jenna had finally caught up, and Alex tagged along.âWhat in the Transformers is this?â Alex muttered, wide-eyed.âI donât know, but that was cool,â I replied.Drawn to the front door, I cautiously grabbed the handle, half-expecting some kind of booby trap. What the heck was in the house? Why were my parentsâ rings the key? Who wrote on my momâs grave? The handle felt cool in my hand, and as it glowed softly, the door swung open on its own. Stepping into the dark interior, the house seemed to come alive. Lights flickered on, illuminating a spacious living area. The open floor p
ARII stood in the middle of my fashion studio, surrounded by fabric and sketches of my latest designs. Itâs been a week since Milaâs fashion show and it was all people were talking about. Even at MoonCrest, a pack notoriously behind the times, word of her stupid show had spread. So I had to focus, bring myself back into the conversation before my father noticed. I was going over the final details of my new collection when the sound of the door opening grabbed my attention. I assumed it was my assistant with the coffee Iâd ordered.âMirabella, I ordered that coffee five minutes ago,â I said. âWhy are you late?â âSorry Luna Arianna,â Mirabella said, placing the coffee on my desk. âAmber requested a few things as well.âI groaned internally. I hated the fact that my sister was working alongside me. My father had essentially decreed it the moment Amber got her idiotic followers to buy my stepmotherâs health supplements. Whatever she made from that sale skyrocketed my fatherâs company up
MILA âOpen your eyes!â Gabe opened his eyes and looked around the rooftop of the orphanage. The rain blurred the lights from the packhouse in the distance, casting a hazy glow over the rooftop, and for a second, it felt like we were kids againâhiding up here, pretending the world wasnât as cruel as we knew it to be. âWow, this place is really coming along,â Gabe said, walking through the rows of flowers. âShe wouldâve loved this, you know, if she was still here.â Great. Mood killer. I thought, trying to think of something soothing to say. I sighed, watching Gabeâs fingers trail over the petals, his touch softer than Iâd ever seen. âShe wouldâve loved this,â he repeated, quieter this time, as if speaking more to himself than to me. I shifted on my feet. Even with the umbrella, the dampness of my clothes stuck uncomfortably to my skin. What was I supposed to say? That she was in a better place? That everything happens for a reason? Gabe would see through that in a second. Instead,
MILAI looked up at the sound of my name, my heart lurching at the unexpected voice.âGabe?âHe stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, but his presence filled the room like a shadow creeping in.Why didnât I notice him earlier? I wondered.He took a step forward, slow and deliberate, as if each movement was weighed down by something unseen. My pulse quickened.âWhat are you doing in here?â he asked, his voice low, suspicious.I straightened, stepping around the large oak desk to face him fully. I couldnât let him see how rattled I was, how close Iâd been to finding somethingâanythingâthat could help Lauraâs case. Even though she couldnât remember what had happened that night, she had told me she was trying to record everything. But her phone was missing, and I had a strong feeling it wasnât just lost.I needed to find it before anyone else did.âI could ask you the same thing,â I said, stalling for time. I forced my voice to stay steady, to sound indifferent, but my fingers t
GABEThe sound of laughter and quiet chatter drifted from the other room, a cruel contrast to the weight pressing down on my chest. Hundreds of pack members from all over showed up for my fatherâs funeral, their hushed conversations and forced condolences mixing with the steady patter of rain against the windows.I knew he was a well-liked man, but damnâI hadnât expected this many people. The sheer number made the already stifling atmosphere feel even more suffocating.Luckily, my mother had taken care of everything, handling the arrangements with her usual poised efficiency. She even managed to get Tyler temporarily released for the service, a feat that shouldnât have surprised me, yet did.âDonât worry, sweetie,â my mother said after speaking with one of the councilmen. âEverything is going to be cleared up soon.âI let the words wash over me, too numb to dissect their meaning. Instead, I focused on the business, temporarily handing Alpha Gregory control of the CEO position. He had
MILAIt was only a few minutes. Thatâs how long it took us to get from the orphanage to the packhouse. The grounds were eerily quiet despite the flurry of movement around usâguards murmuring orders, medical personnel working swiftly, and the distant wail of someone mourning. My stomach twisted as I took a step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs.We were stopped by the gates as Gabe spoke to the guards. I was too busy looking around, searching desperately for any sign of Laura. My heart was pounding, my breath ragged as I reached for my phone and dialed Camila.âWhereâs Laura?â I asked as soon as she picked up.âBrian says her phone is still in Emilyâs office,â Camila answered, her voice faltering. âJenna and Alex are the way. They're bringing someone out on a stretcher, Mila.âHer voice broke and I nearly dropped my phone.No, no fucking way. âGabeâĶâ I said, barely a whisper.He looked at me, then followed my gaze. A stretcher was being wheeled out of the house with Arianna
LAURAI pressed my back against the cold stone wall of the packhouse, clutching the hacking device in my hand like it was the holy grail.Fuck. Why is this so scary?I took a moment to calm myself.No turning back, Laurie. You can do this.I wasnât just a hacker. No, I was a field agent. A spy. A legend in the making. AndâĶ caught if I donât stop talking to myself and get a move on. Just think like Mila.Crouching low, I scurried toward the back door, the one I personally disabled the security cameras for. Did it count as cheating if I was the one who helped Gabe set up most of these security measures in the first place? No. Absolutely not. It was called working smarter, not harder.I carefully turned the knob and slipped inside, holding my breath as I closed the door behind me. Step one: complete.Step two: donât get caught.I tiptoed down the dimly lit hallway, dodging the occasional patrol or house worker. The packhouse wasnât exactly Fort Knox, but Emily was paranoid enough to make
MILAMy hand was still pressed to Gabeâs chest. The fireworks still crackled overhead, but Gabeâs steady grip on my arms anchored me, his voice a distant hum cutting through the overwhelming noise.âYouâre okay,â he murmured. âFocus on me.âI forced myself to nod, clinging to his presence. I hated thisâfeeling weak, feeling vulnerableâbut the night had unraveled far beyond what I had prepared for. Francesca was probably dead. Amber was definitely dead. And AriannaâĶMy gaze snapped to where I had seen Arianna last.âSheâs gone,â Gabe said, following my gaze.Of course, she was. Just like with Randall, she always knew when to slip away before the damage fully settled. My stomach turned at everything that had happened. The system breach. Emilyâs and Ariannaâs coordinated attack leading to two deaths. What else couldâve gone wrong?Then I remembered what Amber said. They threatened my father if GabeâĶI pushed off Gabeâs support, standing even as my knees wobbled. âI need to go. You canât
GABEThe control room was of course locked. I had tried warning the others that Arianna and my mother were up to no good. I just wished Iâd figured out what they were planning before it was too late. The moment Brian failed to hack the system and shut everything down, I didnât hesitate. I ran straight here.With a swift, brutal kick, the door burst open.The room was empty.Whoever had played that video had already fled.Grinding my teeth, I rushed to the controls, shutting down the feed as fast as I could. Every screen. Every angle. But it was too late. The screams from the other room were evident. The damage was done. Fuck!âAlpha Gabe?âCamila ran into the room just as I wiped the last screen. My jaw was tight, my hands clenched around the console.âIs that all of them?â she asked.I did one final sweep before giving her a sharp nod.âWhy didnât you warn us earlier?â The anger rolling off her was palpable, and I didnât blame her.âI knew something was going to happenâI just didnât
MILAEverything started out great. Until it wasnât. It all happened so fast. First, the speech. I stepped onto the stage, ignoring the confident look on Ariannaâs face. âThis collection isnât just about fashion," I announced. "Itâs about the celebration of freedom. The freedom to take up space, to embrace every curve, every edge, every part of yourself without apology. For too long, weâve been told to hideâto shrink, to fit into boxes that were never meant for us. But not anymore.âI gestured toward the models as they stepped forward, their confidence radiating with every stride. "Summer is about feeling light, unburdened, alive. Not weighed down by expectations or secrets weâve been too afraid to let go of. This collection is about owning your truthâwearing it boldly, beautifully, without fear."Second, the show. The crowd erupted in applause as the models strutted forward, showcasing designs tailored to flatter and empower. Camila queued up the video of men and women wearing my cl
TYLERA text from some hacker had me following Amira and Lena down the hall into one of the rooms. I knew something was weird about that photographer. This text just proved it. They spent some time inside before leaving, the door was slightly ajar. Sloppy. Either they were careless, or they didnât think anyone would question them being here.I stepped inside, eyes scanning the monitors that displayed the cameras covering the event. Nothing immediately stood outâuntil I saw a folder labeled Emilia.My stomach clenched as I reached for it. Flipping it open, I expected to see outtakes from the shoot. Instead, I found something worseâsecrets. Photos that had nothing to do with modeling and everything to do with blackmail.The first image stopped me cold. Francesca, wrapped around an infamous therapist to the elites. His name alone was scandalous, tied to more than a few high-profile breakdowns. And beneath the photos, a mention of a video. My pulse hammered.Before I could flip through th