All Chapters of My Alpha Wants Me Back: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Tracy's POV I twirled continuously in my bed, all traces of sleep eluding me after my confrontation with Garvin. My mind flashed to the times I had seen Garvin's other side. The side that showed no mercy to traitors. Now, reading his mind was like being given a blank slate, and I couldn't make out anything. I couldn't pinpoint what his following line of action would be. "Sleep, Tracy. We will figure out something tomorrow." "But Crystal- "But nothing, Tracy. You have a photoshoot session to organize tomorrow, and you must be well rested." -------------- The models were lined up and ready for the photo shoot. I kept getting comments online from curious fans, who were dying to know where the location of the shoot was. The first batch was done, and it was soon time for the scheduled 15-minute break. Dragging my legs reluctantly, I made it to the food stall set up expressly for the photo shoot when my eyes landed on the familiar figure in the distance, his chestnut hair permed a

Garvin's P.O.V I got daily reports from the people who worked with Tracy, not very much to my surprise. They were doing a pretty decent job reporting her every move. And to my surprise, Kia had shown up a bit more times than I had expected. I grew suspicious that he could show up when Tracy was sure to be available. Was it the mate bond? It's no coincidence. Playing with the pen that lay on the table In front of me. I found my thoughts drifting from what was being discussed at the meeting. "Sir, Garvin?" One of my subordinates tapped my lap, drawing me out of my thoughts. "Yes, so what was being discussed. Pardon me, and I have a slight headache, I complained, darting my eyes around the room to make out whatever I was being concerned about. "Uh, yes, Sir. We were discussing ways to extend our market reach "And Jonas here suggested drafting a new product that will be popular amongst the poor and less comfortable. That way, our market reach is retained and our investors retained.

Tracy's POVHe was standing here radiating power and greatness He looked glorious in the blue hoodie and sweatpants he was putting on. It was not until Lisa poked me in the sides that I realized that I had been staring at him with my mouth ajar. "Is he Kian's father?" she whispered in my ears "Stop spouting rubbish. I told you I can't remember who his father is, and I don't need to remember.""He sure does bear the same resemblance as Kian.""Please, Lisa, can you go in? I need to talk to him," I pleaded.' Sure, take your time," she winked at me.Walking up to him, my petite stature was comparable to his built bodyWhat are you doing here? I hissed, my words coming out through gritted teeth.The worst was that he flashed me a smile, a smile like he did nothing wrong. A smile as if showing up here was totally acceptable, and we were playing around."Mr. Kia, this is not your pack where you just walk into anywhere, any time you like.""I am sorry," he pleaded, looking above me, "I s

Tracy's POVThe week was filled with lots of preparations for the runway walk-off party I was organizing, and it was the first of its kind. And, of course, I had to make it perfect if I wanted my brand to continue to thrive in the fashion world. "You seem to be putting a lot of effort into this party, Trace." "Isn't that what organizing a party Intel's?"Not at all, Trace, you got it mixed up. Surely, throwing a party does not mean you can not have fun now and then. I mean, grab a glass of wine or two. From her hazy eyes, it was obvious that she had taken a few glasses of wine herself, "No, thank you, Elena. I will pass," I declined softly."Speaking of which, I have never seen you gulp a single glass of wine. Don't tell me you don't drink." She countered"Exactly, Elena, I don't drink.""Whatever. Ugh, you are so boring." she turned her back to me, swirling her glass of wine in the air as she walked away."You still have some work to do, Miss, I called behind her."My timetable sa

Kia's POVThe party had gotten off to a great start. Everyone was howling and cheering the models. But I had my eyes fixed on just one person.She was yet to make her debut appearance, but her models swam in and out of the runaway, sashaying and swinging their hips attractive ouuu and ahhs from the cheering crowd. For someone who barely paid any attention to the fashion world, I found myself googling at some of the designs that were showcased, and it wasn't a myth that Tracy indeed knew her onions.Two seats away from me, to my right, am an old couple with dull white hair, neatly combed, the wife with a set of shiny pearls that hung loosely around her neck, delicately sips a cup of warm tea while wearing a huge smile plastered onto her face as her spouse chuckles deeply while conversing with her.Behind them sits an overly enthusiastic teacher flipping about cards to the uninterested children behind her. They seem extremely bored and do not pay attention back to her and arrogantly th