Hey Readers, I hope you enjoyed the little chaos for our revenger, Mila. Sometimes the plan doesn't always go your way but at least for Mila she has options she can control.
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,
ARIMy 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 through h
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
TYLER“Tyler, yes. yes!” “I need you to…” I said, grabbing a fistful of her hair, her screams echoed in the room. “...be quiet.”Mirabella muffled her screams with her arm as she used the other to anchor herself on the couch. Her voice, even muffled, was irritating to my soul. My hands gripped her waist tightly as I pounded her from behind, trying to get as deep as possible, wishing she was someone else. Someone like…Mila.The image of Mila flashed in my mind, her confident stance, the way her dress clung to every curve of her body, and the way she carried herself at the party. No one had ever turned me down or turned me upside before. It was… thrilling.“Fuck, Mila.”“Its…Mirabel–”I pushed her back down to muffled her face against the pillow. She let out another small sound, but it only served as background noise. I should have been present, but I wasn’t. Every part of me was thinking about Mila. The way she disappeared that night still gnawed at me. I had followed the scent of her
GABEI stood at the window, gazing out over the city, nursing a glass of bourbon as if it could wash away the chaos swirling in my mind. The only thing people could talk about, the day after the event, was Arianna’s speech and Mila’s little fashion stunt–both a PR dream and nightmare, all wrapped into one. My mom nearly had a heart-attack when she saw the tabloids. But that wasn’t the thing that kept me awake at night. No, there was something far more crazy lodged in my mindI took another sip of bourbon, the burn doing little to numb the memory. The moment replayed in my head with haunting clarity. It all started with the necklace.>>>>>Mila’s necklace, glittering on the floor like a beacon. I shouldn’t have picked it up but I did, and that’s when I caught her scent. Sweet. Alluring. It wrapped around me like a siren's call, tugging at something deep inside. I tried to shake it off, but it lingered, seeping into my senses, refusing to let go.“What is that, Spencer?” I asked, half-ho
GABETyler’s words cut through the tension in the room like a knife. My mom’s head whipped around, her eyes narrowing at him. “Excuse me?” she hissed.“No one is going to touch Mila,” Tyler repeated, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. He uncrossed his arms, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to the cent of the room. His casual demeanor was gone, replaced by something unreadable.My mom blinked, clearly taken aback. She wasn’t used to being challenged by anyone but my dad. “And why, exactly, do you think you have a say in this?” she demanded. “You’re the reason we’re in this predicament.”Tyler flinched but stayed his ground. “Because, as much as you think she’s a problem, she’s actually an asset.”My dad, who had been watching Tyler with a steely gaze, finally spoke up. “Explain yourself, Tyler. How can she be an asset?”“The whole event wasn’t a total bust. Because of her, we got a lucrative opportunity to work with Frances Deveaux. His partnership could possibly be
ARI“Gabe...”Hands explored the contours of my body, already void of clothes, which I was grateful for. I needed to feel every muscle of his body against mine. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, making me wet just from his touch. “...will you take care of my father for me?” I asked between moans as his kisses moved down my neck. “Keep him from trying to hurt me?”“I will protect you,” he said, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered those words. “I won’t let him hurt you.”He pressed my naked body up against the cool wall, a stark contrast to the fiery path his fingers left as they moved down my body. He pulled me into a passionate kiss and I could taste the bourbon he had right before we started this. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and I reached down to stroke it. He moaned into my mouth and slid his hand up my thighs, spreading my lips for his invasion. His finger stroked my throbbing clit and I pretty much exploded with pleasure. “Fuck, I ne
MILAI walked into a sleek, modern conference room where Frances Deveaux sat, his assistant perched beside him with a tablet in hand. I forced a confident smile, though my stomach churned with nerves and determination. Amidst the revenge plot, this was a big deal and I’ve been studying him since living in France. He was the power player I needed to shake up both families.“Miss Emilia,” Frances greeted with a smooth voice, gesturing toward the chair across from him. “Thank you for coming.”“Oh, I should be thanking you for wanting to meet me,” I replied, taking my seat. “This is truly an honor.”His assistant, a sharp-looking woman with dark hair pulled into a tight bun, barely glanced up from her tablet.“I’ve been following your recent work,” Frances said, leaning back in his chair, “and I must say, you have a unique ability to create buzz. It’s not easy to stay relevant in this city, and to do it coming from across seas.”“Well, I try to make waves where I can,” I said, keeping my t
MILAWater cascaded down my body like icy needles, doing little to calm the raging fire within me. I wasn’t sure how long I was in this shower. Or how or when I got there. All I knew was that it wasn’t working. My body was riddled with heat the moment Gabe touched me yesterday–a spark that ignited like a train on fire, consuming every nerve and refusing to let up. I barely made it back here, shedding my clothes in the car and the rest on the way to the shower.No matter how much I scrubbed and cleaned, I couldn’t wash away Gabe’s scent–that woodsy, chocolate spice that had wrapped around me when he helped me through my panic attack. “Why the hell did he touch me like that?” I muttered to no one in particular.“Because deep down you want him to,” Rayne answered. “Rayne,” I warned, not in the mood for her commentary.“Mila, you know I’m down with whatever choice you make,” Rayne continued. “But girl you have to make up your mind. This affects me too, you know.”“I know!” I screamed, g
GABEThe door to my office swung open, hitting the stack of boxes I’d neatly lined up along the wall. A couple toppled over, spilling the contents onto the floor.“What’s with all these boxes?” Arianna complained as she stepped inside. She didn’t so much as glance at the mess she’d just created. “Are you moving to a bigger office or something?”“Why hello to you too, babe,” I said, not bothering to look up from the paperwork spread across my desk.Noah, sitting in his play area, looked up at the sound of her voice. His face lit up, and he scrambled to his feet, his toy truck clutched in his hand as he ran toward her.“Mommy!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms wide to hug her. But Arianna took a graceful step back, halting him mid-stride. Her perfectly manicured hands smoothed the front of her designer dress as if his touch would leave a permanent mark.“Noah, sweetie,” she cooed. “What did Mommy say about touching her clothes, huh?”“Don’t get Mommy’s clothes dirty,” Noah answered obedi
MILAI felt his presence before I could fully register Tyler standing next to Leo. He gripped the wrist that held the knife with an iron grip. The tension in his muscles was visible, flexing beneath the tight fabric of his black button-down shirt. The sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal forearms corded with strength, and the shirt hugged his broad chest. His black pants and suede shoes completed the ensemble, along with a suit jacket draped casually over the other arm.The look was casual, but there was something very dominant about it. His jawline was shadowed with a light stubble, and the sharp cut of his golden eyes sent a shiver down my spine as they flicked to me for just a moment before returning to Leo. My legs seemed to wobble from the weight of his commanding presence.“Hot, holy hell,” Rayne purred her approval. I slapped a hand over my mouth to keep from vocalizing a similar sentiment, but damn, she was right.“Control yourself, Rayne.”“You first,” she retorted.Tyler
MILABack at the hideout, we poured over all the data we had on everyone.“I still don’t get why Gregory would have Arianna send someone to attack Jenna if he wanted to abortion from the start,” I wondered out loud.“Maybe he didn’t believe her,” Camila guessed. “Or he wanted to get rid of her too?”“This is all too frustrating,” Laura complained. “Can we just take them down already?!”Alex exited one of the rooms where Jenna was resting. We decided to move her here to keep her safe and keep any eye on her.“I’m with crazy eyes over here. What’s the move?” Camila asked, staring at the screen on the table.“I want to hit them from all sides,” I said, holding
MILAMy stomach twisted in knots as I stood at the foot of the bed, watching Jenna’s chest rising and falling in a shallow rhythm. I tried to heal her bruises, but they wouldn’t. Alex told me we had to wait until the blood transfusion pumps out all the Wolfsbane in her system before I could heal her.A whimpering sound caught my attention as I turned to see Laura fighting sleep. Poor thing was the first one to get to Jenna. Even I couldn’t forget the scene I came upon when I got that night from our mystery hacker.***Unknown: Jenna. Orphanage. Hurt.I raced back, dodging Gabe and the security tail. By the time I arrived, Laura and Camila were already there, holding an almost unconscious Jenna.“Mila, please,” Laura cried. “Heal her, please!”Blood was pooling beneath her from cuts too deep to be accidental. She blacked out with a ring falling from her hand. At the moment I didn’t know if it was important but I picked it up anyway. Maybe there was a reason she was safeguarding it. **
GABEI froze mid-jab, my eyes locking with Mila’s smiling face. Sparring with Mila was… complicated, and far from stress-relieving. Trading blows, getting in close would stir something I’d rather keep buried. Though Spencer didn’t seem to mind the offer.“We could test if she feels the bond too,” Spencer suggested, a little too eager.I chuckled, taking a step back from her. “You sure you’re up for that?”Mila tilted her head, smirked. “I’m the one offering. Unless you’re worried I’ll knock you on your ass.”Challenge accepted. I stripped off my gloves, gesturing to the open mat. “You asked for it.”“Just remember, Gabe,” she teased, her stance loose but ready. ”I don't pull punches for anyone.”Mila moved first–a quick jab to test me. I deflected easily, stepping back to gauge her. Her eyes gleamed with the thrill of the fight.“Come on, Alpha Gabe,” she taunted, circling me. “You’re not just here to dance, are you?”“Dancing burns calories,” I shot back, feinting left and aiming for
GABEAlpha Gregory rose from the table, flanked by his Beta on one side and Alpha Frank on the other, their movements calculated as though this meeting were a choreographed play. When Beta Brian and I approached, Gregory gestured for us to take our seats, his smile wide but hollow.“Alpha Gabe,” he said smoothly, “thank you for coming on such short notice. I know this little meeting was impromptu, but the matter requires immediate attention.” He paused, a practiced grin spreading across his face. “But before we get into it–let’s eat. My father always said, ‘Never make decisions on an empty stomach.’.”The feast materialized as the waitstaff set plates of roasted meats, steaming veggies, and desserts before us. Conversation flowed, but my focus wasn’t on the meal–or the company. I glanced at my watch for the third time, debating an excuse to leave. The truth? I didn’t want to be here, playing nice with Gregory or Brian. One man held Arianna’s career in the palm of his hand, while the o
TYLERDammit! I couldn’t get her out of my head. Everytime I close my eyes, I think of her. Mila. Those sharp brown eyes cutting through me without a word, the way she moved around effortlessly like she owned the place, and the way she looked at me, even anger, like I was… nothing.Her silence after the debacle at her last fashion show was louder than anything she could have said to me. I had failed her, again, and she wasn’t letting me forget it. Not with her avoidance, her cold glances, and her deliberate absence from every meeting I’d arranged.Now, I was walking down the hall, heading towards her office to demand her attention, and froze. Voices carried from behind a partially open door.“...you thought you could keep this a secret, Troy,” said Alpha Gregory, his voice low, but seething with menace.I held my breath, moving closer to eavesdrop. My father’s response was even quieter. “I’ll say this one more time, Gregory,” my father said. “I didn’t tell anyone about your dealings.”
MILASuddenly, a crash could be heard from the front and Leo’s dad screamed to the back. “Leo! We’ve got a problem out here!”Leo stiffened, his hand freezing on the rack before turning around, placing the bags nearby and heading out to the front. I let out a slow breath, silently thanking Laura and her goofy antics. I didn’t have much time, so I moved quickly. I carefully unzipped one of the velvet bags again and pressed a small tracking.“Down with your communist agendas!” I hear Laura scream before slipping out the back door. This whole thing was turning into something bigger than I expected, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were deep in dangerous territory. My phone buzzed with a text.Laura: That was fun!Me: Communist agendas?Laura: I didn’t know what to say, but it worked. Told you I’m good.Me: I’m heading back to office. You both good?Camila: Yeah and by the way you have some sexy company.I looked up to see Zeke leaning on the front of the car, his arms crossed an