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Chapter 7: Saving Mia
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2026-06-03 01:12:21
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I built HALE ATELIER on a cutting table in a studio apartment with a six-month-old asleep in a bassinet three feet away.People don’t know that. The press version is cleaner “self-funded designer launches minimalist label, gains cult following, secures first stockist within eighteen months.” What that sentence doesn’t include is the part where I hand-stitched samples at 2 AM with milk stains on my shirt, or the part where I cried in a fabric store because I couldn’t afford the lining I needed and had to use something cheaper that I knew would pill, or the part where my first fashion show was six looks in a borrowed gallery and I almost canceled because Mia had a fever and I had no one to call.I had no one to call for a long time.I have people now. A team. A studio in the Garment District with my name on the glass. Three seasons of press. A waitlist for my bridal capsule. Two international stockists. An office with a door that closes and a window that overlooks a street where no one
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He’s at my door in forty seconds.I know because I count. Forty seconds from the phone call to the sound of his footsteps in the hall, not running, but fast, that controlled Alpha stride that covers ground without looking like urgency. He knocks once. Doesn’t wait. Uses the key.I should be angry about that. I’m not. I’m standing in my kitchen holding my phone like it’s something that bit me and I’m not angry about the key.“Show me,” he says.No greeting. No what happened. Just *show me*, because he walked in and read my face and skipped every unnecessary step between the door and the problem. That is Nicholas Blackwood in a crisis — economy of motion, economy of words, zero wasted breath.I hand him the phone.He reads the first message. His face doesn’t change. He reads the second — *which floor is the little one on* — and something happens to his jaw. It doesn’t clench. It sets. Like concrete finding its final form.“When did these come in?”“Five minutes ago. Maybe less.”“Where
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“I think you’re a clever woman who’s been in love with the same man since she was barely an adult, and clever women do extraordinary things when they want something badly enough.”The rage is so clean it almost feels calm.“Funny how you think I want your ex-husband, Jessica. Get out of my hallway.”“I’m also not entirely convinced she’s his,” Jessica says softly. Gently. Like she’s sharing a concern between friends. “The timing, the secrecy, the sudden emergency. You could have done something to deceive him. A blood test is easy to arrange, Emily. The right doctor, the right story—”“Mia is his daughter.”“So you say.”“So the doctors confirmed. So his bond to her was confirmed. So every test Nick ordered confirmed before he moved a single box into this building.” I’m not leaning on the doorframe anymore. I’m standing straight, shoulders square, and Jessica is taller than me, but right now that doesn’t matter. “You don’t get to walk into my home and question my child’s blood because
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She hasn’t changed.That’s the first thing I think, standing in my doorway looking at Jessica Winters, and it’s the thought I hate the most because it means I’ve been carrying an image of her for six years, and it’s still accurate.Same ice-blonde hair. Same posture, shoulders back, chin tilted, the stance of a woman who learned early that height is a weapon. And beauty is the bullet.Same smile that sits on her mouth like something placed there by a stylist.We’ve met before she was betrothed to Nick. Several times, the perks of being Alpha daughters. None of them was pleasant, though Jessica always made sure they looked pleasant from the outside. That was her gift, making cruelty appear like good manners.“Emily.” She says my name like we’re old friends reuniting at a benefit. Warm and absolutely hollow. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”“What are you doing here?”“Mason’s in the building. I wanted to check on him, since he suddenly moved.” She adjusts her coat: cream and Immaculate. “
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Moving to Nick's estate wasn't possible according to the doctors, and honestly, I breathed easier knowing I would never stumble into Jessica in the home she once lived in. The familiarity of our building, our routines, Dr. Chen two blocks away — it was the right call medically. I told myself that. I believed it.But that didn't last long as I saw a big truck outside my window.I stand at the glass with my coffee going cold in my hand and watch them unload his life onto my street.My street. My building. My neighborhood, that I chose, that I carved myself into over six years of early mornings and harder nights and never once looking back at Silver Moon territory.And there is Nicholas Blackwood on the sidewalk below me in dark jeans and a jacket, hands in his pockets, directing movers with the quiet authority of a man who has never once had to raise his voice to be obeyed.He doesn't look up.I step back from the window anyway.Mason gets out of the car last. He stands on the sidewalk
RECLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN HEIR Chapter 7: Saving Mia
“She’s dying.”Dr. Harrison says it flat. No sugarcoating. Just those two words that make my world stop.I’m at the observation window watching Mia seize on that table and I can’t… I can’t breathe right. My chest hurts. Everything hurts.“Alexander’s bond isn’t working,” Dr. Harrison continues. “We need her biological father now.”Alexander is next to me with his wrist all bandaged up. His bond failed. He tried so hard and it failed anyway.“I called Nick,” he says quietly. “He’s on his way.”“He won’t get here in time.” My voice sounds weird. Too high. “Look at her, she’s—”The monitor flatlines.That sound. That horrible flat sound.I’m screaming before I realize I’m screaming. Pounding on the glass with both fists. “MIA! NO, BABY, NO!”If Mia dies, I would never forgive myself.Someone’s doing CPR. Pushing on her chest. Her little chest. She’s so small under their hands.My vision goes blurry and I realize I’m crying. Ugly crying. Can’t-catch-my-breath crying.Then something in my
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