I was thinking of the best way to bring Mila out and I thought since she slays at designing why not let her come out as who she is. Can't wait to see how they act around her now and how's she's going to use it. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy this little outbreak.
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. There’d 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?“Darling, this experience was out of this world,” a famous editor gushed, her eyes wide admiration.“You just gave us a glimpse into the future of haute couture,” a buyer continued, his voice full with excitement. “I would love for my store to host your line.”I 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 couldn’t deny that her presence was magnetic, her confidence undeniable as she talked with them. I couldn’t 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 lioness’s 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 face–her 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? I’ve 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
MILA“Gabe.”My heart raced as he looked at me and I saw the semblance of the boy I once loved. He looked just as he always did–confident, handsome, and utterly oblivious to the turmoil he’d left in his wake. I steeled myself, forcing a calm expression as he turned to Tyler.“We’re having a conversation here, Gruggs,” Tyler said, stepping in between us. I rolled my eyes at his antics. Grew up my ass. I thought as I walked around him.“Actually, we were finished, Alpha Tyler,” I said, hoping he could hear the finality in my voice. “If you have any other queries you can direct them to my manager, Camila.”“But…”“Gabe, may we have a moment?” I asked before turning to Tyler. “Alone.”Tyler looked shocked before recovering and clearing his throat. “Maybe you could point the way to your manager.”I 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 didn’t 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 dad’s 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.“What in the Transformers is this?” Alex muttered, wide-eyed.“I don’t know, but that was cool,” 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 parents’ rings the key? Who wrote on my mom’s 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. It’s been a week since Mila’s 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 I’d ordered.“Mirabella, I ordered that coffee five minutes ago,” I said. “Why are you late?” “Sorry Luna Arianna,” Mirabella said, placing the coffee on my desk. “Amber requested a few things as well.”I 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 stepmother’s health supplements. Whatever she made from that sale skyrocketed my father’s company up
TYLERThe dining room was buzzing with chatter of pack members, the clinking of silverware, and the rich aroma of a feast. We were celebrating the success of the January Release. Though it was successful, we still had a long way to go to get back on the right foot. I sat at the head of the table, Gabe, Ari, and Noah on my right, and my parents on the left. Gabe, as always, wore a calm expression, while I was sitting there anxious. Dinners like these often came with a side of high expectations and pointed conversations.Halfway through the dinner, an Omega delivered a neatly folded newspaper to my dad, Alpha Troy. He took it, opening it with curiosity. As he scanned the pages, a smile crept across his face.“Well, well,” Alpha Troy said, his voice filled with interest. “It seems like Mila’s fashion show was a huge success. It’s all anyone is talking about.”My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Mila. Reuniting with her had been a shock and something I actually enjoyed. It had been a
MILA“Mila, this place looks amazing,” Laura gushed as I walked into the new headquarters of our operation. It had only taken three hours to bring everything over from the orphanage to the house in the woods. The transformation was astonishing: the once-empty space was now buzzing with energy and purpose. I gathered everyone around the table in the living room that was covered with fashion sketches, mood boards, and other things in case someone came looking. I placed the board that mapped out the plan we had for everyone.“Alright,” I said, my voice steady with determination. “Let’s go over what everyone is doing.”Laura placed the touchscreen laptop in the middle of the table and projections displayed in front of us. “This is an outline of both MoonCrest and Grand Mountain packhouses and offices,” Laura said, pointing to the different areas of the outline. “We have the tech to eavesdrop if necessary but we have to get inside.”“I’m sure I can get a meeting with both,” I said, glanci
MILAThis would have been the perfect time to have a decoy I thought as I smiled and waved at Tyler and his new woman. I have never seen someone clinged to another the way this woman was and Tyler’s face was definitely a cry for help. Help I didn’t want to give. The closer they got the more Tyler’s face changed from desperation to admiration. I wasn’t all that surprised. Camile picked out a cute ensemble today. She needed to be in charge of everything and it felt good being dressed since I do most of it when I’m working. Today she put me in a thin-knit turtleneck under an oversized boyfriend button-down, a leather miniskirt paired with tights, thigh-length boots. This was a season for layers and by the look on Tyler’s face, he was taking off each one with his eyes. This wasn’t good I thought looking down at the pills in my purse.“Mila. Fancy seeing you here.”“Alpha Tyler, I would say it’s a pleasure but you know,” I replied, forcing a polite smile. There was a quiet moment as the w