The moment I enjoyed writing. Mila or Emilia now, power of transformation. I think I'm excited to dive into the fierce competition of fashion and the drama around it. Thank you reading, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts on Emilia's first debut.
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
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.âWell, well,â Alpha Troy said, his voice filled with interest. âIt seems like Milaâs fashion show was a huge success. Itâs all anyone is talking about.âMy 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
MILAâMila, this place looks amazing,â 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.âAlright,â I said, my voice steady with determination. âLetâs go over what everyone is doing.âLaura placed the touchscreen laptop in the middle of the table and projections displayed in front of us. âThis is an outline of both MoonCrest and Grand Mountain packhouses and offices,â Laura said, pointing to the different areas of the outline. âWe have the tech to eavesdrop if necessary but we have to get inside.ââIâm sure I can get a meeting with both,â 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 Tylerâs face was definitely a cry for help. Help I didnât want to give. The closer they got the more Tylerâs face changed from desperation to admiration. I wasnât 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 Iâm 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 Tylerâs face, he was taking off each one with his eyes. This wasnât good I thought looking down at the pills in my purse.âEmilia. Fancy seeing you here.ââAlpha Tyler, I would say itâs a pleasure but you know,â I replied, forcing a polite smile. There was a quiet moment as the
GABEI heard a crash from inside the office and instinctively stood in front of Noah. Mirabella scrambled out of the office, clothes and hair disheveled. I reached out to keep her from falling on the ground and she jumped away from me.âMirabella, whatâs going on?â I asked, helping her to a seat.She was about to say something when she looked behind me. I turned to see the concerned look on my sonâs face and went to him.âHey, itâs okay buddy,â I said, embracing him. He was never a fan of loud noises. âHow about you stay out here with Mirabella? She can show you how to play those cool games on my phone, okay?âI ushered him towards Mirabella who gave me a sympathetic look. I knew that meant Arianna was in a âdo not engageâ mood, but I wasnât that kind of partner. If she was in pain and I could help, I would always lend a hand. I cautiously opened the door and saw Arianna pacing near her desk, phone pressed to her ear.âI donât care if she was more famous than the Kardashian sisters,â s
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