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Chapter 20: Cleared

AuthorRuby
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 09.06.2026 22:13:20

EMILY

"I don't care what his rate is, I need him on the phone in the next ten minutes."

I'm pacing the studio in yesterday's clothes, phone pressed so hard against my ear it's going to leave a bruise, and Marcus, my lawyer, the one who usually handles nothing more dramatic than a vendor dispute, is telling me in his careful lawyer voice that his cease-and-desist guy is on another case in Seattle.

"Then get me someone else. Anyone else. The article has been up for fourteen hours, Marcus, every h
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  • RECLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN HEIR   Chapter 92: Touch

    He kisses me. Soft at first. Tasting like lime and chili. Then his hand slides to the back of my neck and the softness burns away and my hand finds his chest and his heart is hammering under my palm.
He pulls back. “There’s a dressing room behind you.”
“I know. I work here.”
“Is it unlocked?”
“We can’t—”
“Is it unlocked, Emily?”
His eyes are dark. The gold pressing through.
“It’s unlocked.”
He pulls me to my feet. Across the studio. Through the dressing room door. Small, dim, mirrors on three walls, a cushioned bench along the back. The door closes and his hands are on my waist and he lifts me and my back hits the mirror and the glass is cold through my shirt and his mouth is hot on my neck and I wrap my legs around his waist and grip his hair.
“We have to be quiet,” I say.
“Nobody’s here.”
“The security guard—”
“Doesn’t care.” He bites the spot below my ear and my hips rock against him and the sound I make isn’t quiet at all.
He carries me to the bench. Sets me down. Pulls my shirt o

  • RECLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN HEIR   Chapter 91: Trap

    

EMILY
Nick is in my kitchen drying dishes while I sketch four dresses that will tell me who I can’t trust.
Mia is asleep. Mason is in his room counting Legos that Mia definitely rearranged. The apartment is quiet except for the scratch of my pencil and the soft clink of plates.
“I’m going to find the leak tomorrow,” I say.
He sets a plate on the rack. “How?”
“Four sketches. Four different finale dresses. I show each person privately, tell them it’s the real closer, tell them to keep it between us.” I finish the line on the third dress and start the fourth. “Whichever one shows up outside my studio tells me who’s been talking.”
Nick picks up another plate. Dries it slowly. “Who are you testing?”
“Priya. June. Lucia.” I add the hemline. “And Derek.”
“You said three names and added Derek like an afterthought.”
“Because he is one. I don’t need to check Derek.”
Nick sets the plate down. Doesn’t pick up another.
“Emily.”
“He’s been with me since the beginning. He was there when the

  • RECLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN HEIR   Chapter 90: Price of Happiness

    

EMILY


Mason is sitting on my cutting table eating a peanut butter sandwich and supervising my hem work with the critical eye of a five-year-old who has opinions about fabric.


"That part is wobbly," he says, pointing at the seam I just pinned.


"It's not wobbly. It's gathered."


"What's gathered?"


"It's when you make the fabric bunch on purpose so it looks—"


"Wobbly."


Mia is on the floor beside him, cross-legged, drawing wolves on the back of my pattern paper. She's drawn fourteen so far. Each one has a name written underneath in her careful, crooked handwriting. The latest wolf is pink with yellow eyes and is labeled AUNT SAGE.


"Wolves aren't pink, Mia," Mason says.


"This one is."


"That's not how biology works."


"It's how ART works."


"Art should be accurate."


"Art should be PRETTY." She holds up the drawing. "Is this pretty?"


Mason looks at it for a long time. "The eyes are good."


"Thank you."


"The body is wrong."


"MASON."


"I said the eyes are good.

  • RECLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN HEIR   Chapter 89: Real

    NICKI hit the tarmac with Mason in my arms and my bare feet on the cold ground and I don't feel the cold. I don't feel anything except his arms around my neck and his heartbeat against my chest and the wet of his tears on my shoulder."I've got you," I say into his hair. "I've got you, buddy. You're safe."He's shaking. His whole small body is shaking against me and his fingers are dug into my shoulders and he won't let go. He's not supposed to let go. He can hold on as long as he needs to."You came," he says. Muffled against my neck. "You came, you came.""I'll always come. I told you. I promised."Headlights sweep across the tarmac. A car pulls up fast and the doors open before it stops moving. Emily is out first, running, her feet slapping the pavement, and she reaches us and her hands are on Mason's back and in his hair and on his face and she's checking him everywhere, her fingers gentle on his cheek where the red mark is."Baby," she says. Her voice breaks. "Oh, baby, your fac

  • RECLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN HEIR   Chapter 88: Safe

    MASONThe car stops and Jessica pulls me out and we’re somewhere with little planes.Not the big airport where Dad took me once to watch planes land. A small place with a fence and a gate and a man who waves Jessica through without checking anything. It’s dark and the lights on the ground are blue and white and the planes are small, the kind with stairs that fold down from the door.Jessica is pulling my arm and walking fast and I have to run to keep up because her legs are longer and she’s not slowing down. The suitcase is rolling behind her on the pavement, bumping over cracks.A car is parked beside one of the planes. A man is leaning against it. When we get closer I see him and my stomach drops because I know him.Alex.He looks different. Tired. His clothes are wrinkled and he hasn’t shaved and he’s looking at Jessica the way Mrs. Park looks at kids who do something dangerous on the playground.“This is a very stupid thing you’re doing, Jessica,” Alex says.“Move.”“You hit him.

  • RECLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN HEIR   Chapter 87: Silver Alpha

    EMILYNick is on his fourth phone call in twenty minutes and each one is louder than the last.“I don’t care about jurisdictional procedure, David. I care about the fact that a judge who spent Christmas at my father’s estate is sitting on my custody case. That’s not procedure, that’s corruption, and if your office doesn’t file the recusal motion by morning I’ll file it myself and I’ll name every member of the judicial review board who signed off on the reassignment.”I’m in the kitchen making tea I won’t drink because my hands need something to hold. Nick is pacing the living room with his phone pressed against his ear and his free hand cutting the air and his voice is the one that makes people in boardrooms go quiet, except right now it’s making people on the other end of phone calls go quiet for the wrong reasons.“Then find someone who can. I don’t care if it’s midnight. I don’t care if you have to wake up the chief justice and explain to her why a Blackwood Foundation board member

  • RECLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN HEIR   Chapter 67: Yours

    "File it, Nick. He walked in here in pieces. He told me people leave and the jacket doesn't. He's five years old and he's already learned that objects are safer than people because his mother taught him that. File the motion."He looks at me for a long moment, and the space between us fills with so

  • RECLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN HEIR   Chapter 66: Ruined Jacket

    EMILYNick walks into my studio carrying a backpack and a boy who isn't crying anymore but hasn't started talking yet either. Mason rides on his hip with his face pressed into his father's neck, arms locked around his shoulders. He's holding himself still. Dry-eyed. Breath shallow and even against

  • RECLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN HEIR   Chapter 65: Mail & Pancakes

    EMILYAlex walks into my studio at 3 PM on a Thursday carrying a cardboard box and looking like a man who slept in his suit and changed into fresh clothes that fit the same way the old ones did.Derek sees him first. I hear the typing stop and the quiet intake of breath and then Derek says, “I’ll be

  • RECLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN HEIR   Chapter 64: Pancakes

    I set my coffee down. My hand isn’t steady. “How do you know this?”“I went to see him. After the school, after what his man did to Mia at the fence. Cole found him. I went to his hotel room.” He holds my eyes. “I punched him.”“You punched my father.”“In the face. Yes.”“When were you planning to

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