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GABEI walked through the halls of the packhouse infirmary, going over the notes Yesmen sent over for the talk I had with Frances Deveaux. Tyler’s meeting had left Arianna furious, and she had stormed off, declaring she needed a day of pampering. I rubbed my chest as a persistent ache settled in my muscles. This pain wasn’t new; it had been gnawing at me for months now, defying every home remedy I tried. I thought it might have been the coffee, but even after cutting it out for months, the ache lingered, a constant, unwelcome companion.Another cry echoed through the halls, snapping me out of my thoughts. Even the faint whimpers that followed were loud with my heightened werewolf senses. I moved towards the door, intending to investigate, when Alex’s office door opened.“I wouldn’t go in there if I was you, Alpha Gabriel,” Alex said, his voice calm as he gestured for me to come inside. “You want to take a seat?”“I told you it’s just Gabe for you,” I corrected, sitting down when the pa

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

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

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

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