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An invitation
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2026-01-09 04:07:33
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Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha Devils Maybe I want to be around you
MIRABELLA I shove my way through the snickering crowd, down the steps, and across the dock, and then I’m running, my wet clothes plastered cold against my skin, Sophie’s voice trailing after me. “Mirabella, wait!” I don’t stop. I run until I hit the end of the dock and my lungs are burning and I can’t hear the music anymore, and then I pull out my phone with shaking fingers and book a ride without even looking at the price. I stand at the edge of the road with my arms wrapped around myself, dripping, and I don’t look back at the lights of the yacht. The driver doesn’t say a word when I get in, which is the kindest thing anyone has done for me all night. I stare out the window the whole ride back, watching the beach road blur past, and by the time Windsor House comes into view I’ve stopped shaking but I haven’t started feeling anything else yet, which is maybe a mercy. The house is quiet. No lights on downstairs, no sound from any of the upper floors. Cassian must ha
Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha Devils A shocking presentation
MIRABELLA“Let’s just go for a walk or something,” Sophie says, almost pleadingly, and I can hear the fear threaded underneath her voice, careful and deliberate as a stitch meant to hold something together that’s already starting to fray.But the crowd is already moving.It happens gradually and then all at once, people drifting toward the staircase that leads up to the top deck, pulled by some collective, wordless current. I watch them go, Sophie’s hand hovering near my elbow but not quite touching it, and I know I shouldn’t follow.Every reasonable, cautious part of me knows that whatever is up there is exactly what Kaius meant when he leaned close and murmured about gifts, exactly what Sophie has been trying to steer me away from all evening.I follow anyway.“Mirabella, wait—” Sophie’s voice sharpens behind me, but I’m already moving, threading through the crowd with a single-mindedness that surprises even me, past girls in floor-length Valentino and boys in fitted Balenciaga, pas
Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha Devils A strange gift
MIRABELLAZack’s yacht is unlike anything I’ve ever seen in my life.It rises from the water in tiers, each deck lit up against the darkening sky like something out of a magazine spread. One level has sleek, expensive furniture arranged in careful groupings. Another has a hot tub where people are already crowded in, laughing too loudly. And on the highest deck, students are dancing to music that throbs through the hull and into the soles of my feet even before Sophie and I step aboard.“Sophie,” I say slowly, craning my neck to take it all in. “How much did this thing cost?”“Custom built,” she says, in the tone of someone reciting a fact she finds both impressive and faintly obscene. “Over a hundred million dollars.”My stomach turns over. A hundred million dollars. For a boat. I think about the two-bedroom apartment my mother and I shared for most of my childhood, the way she’d stretch her paycheck to the end of the month, and something sour rises in my throat. This is a floating pa
Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha Devils An invitation
MIRABELLAMy pulse speeds up, a rapid flutter against my ribs that makes it hard to breathe evenly. “Oh.”“I’ve tried to put her off for as long as I could,” Cassian continues, his voice measured but tinged with something that might be weariness. “At least until I was sure you’d settled in. But she’s persistent, and she thinks it’s time she meets you.”I don’t know what to say to that. The words tangle in my throat, refusing to form anything coherent. I don’t even know this woman—don’t know what to expect from her, what kind of person she is, whether she’ll look at me with kindness or resentment. My father’s widow. The phrase feels foreign in my mind, like trying on clothes that don’t quite fit.Cassian seems to read my mind, or maybe the confusion is just that obvious on my face, because he says, “She’s not the worst person, but her marriage with your father wasn’t the best.” There’s something careful in how he phrases it, like he’s editing his words even as they leave his mouth.“Yo
Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha Devils Your father’s widow
MIRABELLAThe next morning, I find Kaius in the driveway leaning against Kaden’s truck.He’s dressed in sneakers, long gym shorts, and a muscle tee that’s open at the sides, revealing strips of tan skin and defined muscle. He looks hotter than any jerk has the right to, and I hate that I notice. A baseball cap is pulled low over his forehead, casting shadows across his face.I glance around, searching for Kieran who’s supposed to take me to school, but he’s nowhere to be found.“Looking for someone?” Kaius asks, his voice carrying that familiar edge of mockery.I shift my backpack on my shoulder, pretending I haven’t heard him. The courtyard stretches empty around us—no sign of the Mercedes, no sign of escape. My stomach sinks as I check my phone. If I don’t leave in the next five minutes, I’ll be late for my first shift at the café, and Belinda made it clear she doesn’t tolerate tardiness.“Get in,” Kaius says, jerking his head toward the truck. “I’ll give you a ride.”I stare at hi
Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha Devils Kaius is gone
MIRABELLAThe moment I step into the café, I’m greeted by the most heavenly smell. Warm bread, cinnamon, roasted coffee beans—it all wraps around me like a blanket I didn’t know I needed. My shoulders relax without my permission, and for the first time all day, I almost feel safe. Behind the counter stands a woman with straw-colored hair swept into a neat bun. Her apron is spotless, though flour dusts the tips of her fingers. Her eyes, a clear blue, find me immediately. “Hi, sweetie,” she says with a kind of brisk warmth. “What can I get for you?” Her hands hover over the register, ready for my order. I swallow, nerves bunching in my throat. “Actually, I’m not here for coffee. I’m Mirabella Taylor, and I’d like to apply for the assistant job. The ad outside said there were school-friendly hours? I go to Silvercrest Hall.” Her eyebrows lift. “Hmm. A scholarship student?” I don’t correct her, even though the truth is more complicated. Technically, she isn’t wrong—I’m only here
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