Looks like the cracks in Arianna and Gabe's bond are becoming more apparent, and the consequences of past decisions are starting to unravel. Keep an eye on the subtle shifts in power as we set the stage for the challenges ahead.
ARII stepped into the Main street storefront, the door chiming softly as it closed behind me. I took a moment to take in the elegant space filled with a scent of fresh flowers. This place was the epitome of luxury and sophistication, located in the city’s most prestigious shopping district. The exterior was an architectural marvel–sleek, modern glass panels framed by polished stone, with intricate detailing that hinted at the heritage of the building. Every detail screamed exclusivity, the kind of place that whispered power and status. And somehow, it felt right for me–like I belonged here. But then, the thought of Mila showcasing here made my stomach twist with frustration. She didn’t belong in this space, yet here she was, intertwined in my life like a stubborn weed I couldn’t get rid of.I spotted my father standing near a display of luxury jewelry. His broad shoulders were tense, and his stern expression deepened the lines on his face. Beside him stood Mister Deveaux, his presenc
MILAGame face on. Play the damsel but don’t overdo it. I stormed into Tyler’s office, ignoring his poor secretary’s desperate attempts to stop me. Tyler was seated behind his desk, casually leaning back in his chair, looking every bit the after-hours CEO–his tie loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms, and a few buttons undone just enough to hint at the hard lines of his chest. His short locs slightly tousled, added to the irresistible, just-finished-a-long-day charm that could make anyone’s knees weak. And, of course, that stupid smirk was plastered across his face, as if he had been expecting me.“I’m sorry, Alpha Tyler, she’s strong,” his assistant said, massaging his arm clearly embarrassed“It’s okay, Henry. I got this,” Tyler said, waving him off, his eyes never leaving mine.“Alpha Tyler, what the hell is going on?” I demanded, my frustration evident. “I just came from the storefront to see Arianna’s crew pulling things to the other side. What kind of joke
TYLERFuck, fuck! What the hell did she do to me?!?!My hands gripped Mirabella’s hips, each thrust more desperate than the last. The raw need to reclaim some semblance of control, to drown out the echoes of Mila’s voice, drove me to the brink. But no matter how hard I pushed, how rough I became, it wasn’t enough. I was chasing a high that Mirabella, for all her beauty, just couldn’t give me.“Yes, Alpha. Right there. Pleas–”“Don’t talk,” I growled, before thinking of Mila again.Her intoxicating words lingered in my mind like a curse. Every syllable she’d spoken, every sultry promise, had wrapped around my thoughts, pulling me deeper into a vortex of frustration and desire. It was maddening how she’d played me, leaving me hanging, aching for her touch, only to walk away as if she hadn’t just upended my world. Even now, as I buried myself into Mirabella's willing and wet pussy, my mind was elsewhere—imagining the scenarios Mila had described, the way she’d take control, dominate me i
GABESeeing Mila tonight, looking as stunning and confident as ever, sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I couldn’t come to terms with why she made me feel this way. It wasn’t like I had ever gotten over my feelings for her, but surely being mated should’ve blocked the effect she had on me at this moment.“I don’t understand,” Spencer said in the back of my mind. “She smells just like mate.”“Don’t worry. We’re getting to the bottom of this,” I said, not feeling confident that Spencer wouldn’t act out. “I’m sure it might go away when we lay some things to rest.”At least that was what I was hoping for. Ever since she’d been back Mila’s been unpredictable, and tonight was no exception. Her timing, though, couldn’t have been worse. Gregory and my parents were just speaking about the collaboration with Mila and Arianna, with Gregory not being shy about his disdain for Mila’s involvement. I knew the real reason behind it, though–Mila had blown off his meeting when he tried to recruit her.
ARIThe noise immediately hit me as I walked into one of Julia’s father’s clubs, Heat. It felt fitting given the day I’d had. First, I’d had to swallow the news that I was going to be sharing the spotlight with someone like Mila. Then, the bitch had the nerve to blow off my meeting when I’d been trying to be cordial.The plan was to head home after that disaster, but I was too pissed. And if Gabe mentioned anything about Mila and the contract, I might just lose it. I couldn’t let that happen. Gabe still saw me as his angel, and I needed to keep it that way. For better or worse, he was my ticket out of the contract with my father, but as soon as I could, I’d break away from him too. I was going to build my own legacy. I’d prove to everyone that I wasn’t my father—I’d be better.I turned to make my way to the VIP room when I heard my name. Amber was waving me over with that annoying bright smile, knowing damn well I couldn’t ignore her without making it look like the bad guy. And she lov
GABE - Ten years agoIt was just after the New Year and I was laying in my room, staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts I couldn’t escape. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Mila–her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she was excited, and the way she looked at me when she thought I was looking. Then the memory was darkened by the way she looked at me that day I broke up with her at school. The memory played on a loop in my head until it was impossible to think of anything else.We had just returned from the Mount Frita ski resort, a tradition I once enjoyed but now resented. Every year, the Moras joined us, and this year, I played my part–the perfect son, the ideal mate, the mask firmly in place. It was unbearable. The laughter, the family outings, the forced conversations, the constant pressure to look content when all I wanted to do was scream. I didn’t want to be there.A constant ache settled in my chest, a reminder of what I lost. I kept telling myself that ending thing
MILA“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”And there goes the tears. Gabe immediately moved to Noah’s side as I tried to comfort him as best as I could. “Hey, Noah, it’s okay,” I said gently, keeping my voice calm and reassuring. “It was just an accident.”Noah shook his head. “Mommy’s going to be mad. I’ll be in big trouble.”“I promise you won’t be,” Gabe said. “Everyone knows things can get a bit messy when eating spaghetti. Sometimes you can’t control where the sauce goes, right?”Noah blinked, tears falling down his face as he looked between all of us with uncertainty. “Your dad’s right,” I said, picking up the spaghetti on my lap, making a playful face when I let it plop onto my plate, sauce going everywhere. “See? Sometimes you can’t control where the sauce goes. No harm done, ok?”Noah’s lips twitched into a small, nervous smile before burying his face in Gabe’s shoulder. Gabe lifted Noah in his arms before turning to look at my dress.“I’m sorry about the dress,” Gabe started. “Please, let
MILAA loud noise from behind us caught our attention, breaking the charged moment between us. I was thankful, as I watched the workers apologize and move on to cleaning up the mess.“So, what do you say?” Gabe asked.“I… I can handle it,” I said aloud, trying to ignore Rayne’s constant remarks and focused on getting out of here. “It’s just a bit of sauce.” My voice didn’t sound nearly as convincing as I hoped, and Gabe’s amused smirk told me he knew it.“Mila,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing as he kept his hand firmly on the door, preventing me from opening it. His gaze locked on mine, sending a ripple of something down my spine. “It’s really no trouble. I insist.”"Let him insist," Rayne hummed again, not letting up for even a second. "Come on, Mila. Have some fun before you tear things apart. Listen to how he says your name. Imagine him whispering it when we—"Imagine it? Oh, I had already dreamed of many different ways to make him say my name and a few included bondage. But