Hello Readers! Tension and manipulation reach new heights as Mila strategically plants the seeds of chaos in Amber's mind. Eager to see how this web will unravel and what the consequences of Mila's actions will be.
ARII was able to laugh off that first moan but the others after it was almost involuntary. My mind raced as I tried to keep my composure. What the hell is wrong with me?! A subtle warmth crept through my body, starting in my chest and spreading like a wildfire. I wasn’t sure how many times I blinked, trying to shake off the sudden wave of heat. Then my pulse quickened, my palms grew clammy as the room seemed to grow warmer. Gabe appeared by my side with a glass of water, his concerned gaze locking onto mine. “Do you need to leave?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.“No, I’m fine,” I lied, my voice barely steady. He knew I was, but didn’t push it. It’s almost over anyway. Go away before people say something.”He squeezed my hand, and I offered him a weak smile, trying to focus on the runway. Just that simple touch from him made me cream my panties. This was insane. Come on, Ari. Just get through one more and then you can leave. I told myself, clinging my thighs together so hard th
ARIsexual scene aheadAs much as I wanted to go back and take control, I felt myself go slack in Gabe’s arms as we rushed into the first open room we could find. It was a little bathroom for women with babies. My clothes were on the floor the moment the door closed and I was on Gabe like white on rice.“I want you now,” I whispered in his ear, helping him out of his clothes. The urgency of my need was intoxicating, in an almost painful and scary way. I was so fucking wet, I could feel it flowing down my legs. I couldn’t get him to undress fast enough. Underneath, his cock was hard and ready, and I wrapped my hand around him, feeling his blood leap beneath my fingers.“Fuck, you’re burning up, Arianna,” he growled, his leaning back as I stroked him, getting pleasure from just his monas.He looked at me, his golden eyes staring down at me with an animalistic desire. I was glad his wolf was at the surface. Gabe was a great lover, but at times like this, I wanted it rough and hard, which
MILAThis went better than I expected. The sight of Ari struggling to keep her composure was both amusing and satisfying, considering the many times she tormented and embarrassed me. The plus was being able to showcase my collection and watching Mister Deveaux’s amused face. I was definitely going to get his collaboration. The only question now was who was going to back me? Frances Deveaux might have been impressed but I was still new to the scene and a powerhouse like Aliz or Mora would be perfect.During the show, my eyes met Amber who was smiling. She tipped her glass to me and I returned the motion. I mean give a girl an inch and she would take a mile, Amber performed perfectly and the reaction was more than I could ask for. Thank you, Amber. You might be a bit of a mess, but you’re a useful mess.By the time the final model made her way down the runway, the audience was on their feet, clapping and cheering louder than they had all night. I stepped forward, taking my bow, basking i
MILAPanic started to claw at the edge of my mind. I had to get out of here–now. Luna Emily’s voice pulled me back, her tone dripping with condescension.“Don’t let this petty jealousy you have over your brother cloud your judgment, dear.”“Alpha Tyler’s right.” I interjected quickly, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “I simply saved the show when Arianna–unfortunately–couldn’t continue. You should be thanking me, yet, here you are insulting me, Luna Emily. So, how about I do us both a favor and leave?”“No!” Tyler’s voice was firm, with a note of authority that I hadn’t expected.“Fine by me,” Luna Emily said at the same time.Tyler’s grip tightened around my waist just as another wave of heat rolled through me, this one more intense than the last. Pleasure, sharp and unwelcome, shot through my body, and I had to bite down on my lip to stifle a moan. Oh fuck! I looked in my purse for the suppressor pills and found nothing but my scent spray. Double fuck! I felt Rayne movi
MILA ***sex scene marked ahead >>> I barely registered the sound of Tyler’s frustrated growl as I sprinted away. I practically fell into the hallway, looking around for the exit but all I saw were windows and every door led to some stupid room. Apparently, it wasn’t fast enough. The moment I got into the hallway, Tyler had me pinned against the wall. Well that was fast. “Mila!” His canines were extended, eyes burning that bright golden color I was familiar with. His wolf was on the surface. Not good. I placed my hands against his chest to keep him from squishing me. “Declan,” I muttered. “Nice of you to join the show. Now let me go.” He growled again, sniffing the side of my neck, taking in my scent. “You smell… so sweet, Mila.” The way his guttural voice rumbled in his chest when he said my name did things between my legs that I didn’t want to think of. “Declan…” His eyes snapped to mine, his body grinding against me, pressing me flat against the wall. “As much as my bo
MILAI rested my forehead on Alex’s chest as he held me. My heart was still racing, though not just from the sprinting or the close call with Tyler or from being caught in the act. It was more about the evitable conversation that was about to ruin what could’ve been a perfectly fine moment of post-sex bliss.After we both cleaned up, Alex stepped closer, his usual concerned expression already settling into place. His green eyes were full of that familiar mix of worry and exasperation, the kind that made my chest tighten and my sarcasm spike in equal measure. I shot him a look, knowing exactly what was coming next.“I guess basking in the after-sex haze isn’t a thing for us anymore,” I muttered, my fingers combing through my hair. “The infamous ‘you’re too reckless’ speech is coming right on time.”Alex sighed dramatically, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. “Mila, I only worry about you because you give me so many reasons to worry.”I rolled my eyes, unable to resist a grin,
ARI My heart was pounding as I stood in front of my father’s office, smoothing out the wrinkles in my dress for the third time. It wasn’t just the sterile, cold air of this side of the packhouse that made me uneasy; it was the man behind the door. Meeting my father was never a pleasant experience. Usually, Gabe would accompany me, his presence calming my nerves. But he hadn’t answered my calls or texts since the event. It’s been an entire day since the event, and he hadn’t returned to the packhouse, still angry about the pheromones incident. As if that was my fault. thing. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. “Come in,” my father’s deep voice called from within. I pushed the door open and stepped into the room. The air inside was as suffocating as I’d expected. My father sat behind his large mahogany desk, his expression as stern as ever. To his right, Francesca, perched elegantly on a leather armchair, her lips pursed in disapproval. On the left, Amber, was scrolling throug
ARIAmber’s eyes widened in disbelief. “No! I would never do that!” she cried, her voice shaking with desperation. “I swear, I don’t know what he’s talking about!”But the man on the floor wasn’t done. He looked up at Amber with a mix of pleading and betrayal in his eyes. “You… you told me it was just a joke… just to get her to loosen up,” he rasped. “You said… you said she’d be fine…”Amber shook her head frantically, backing away as if she could distance herself from his words. “I never said that! He’s lying!” she insisted, her voice rising with panic. “I didn’t do anything!”I glanced at my father, wondering how he was processing this. His expression was unreadable, cold as ever. But I knew him well enough to sense the storm brewing beneath his demeanor. If there was one thing he didn’t tolerate, it was lying and betrayal–especially from within the family.“Do you hear that?” My father directed toward the man. “You’re trying to accuse my daughter of something she didn’t do. Do you k
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