All Chapters of RECLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN HEIR: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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



EMILY


"Which finale dress are we using?"


Derek is standing beside the garment rack with his headset on and his clipboard in his hand and twenty-six minutes until the last model walks. He's asking me which dress closes the show because the four sketches I planted are hanging in garment bags on the rack and he thinks one of them is going out there.


"None of those," I say.


His clipboard lowers. "What?"


I walk to the back of the dressing room where my personal garment bag has been hanging on a hook behind a curtain since I arrived three hours ago. I unzip it and pull out the dress I made in my apartment at midnight while my children slept. The real finale. Midnight blue silk with a neckline that took me four attempts and a construction so clean it looks like water.


Derek stares at it. "When did you make that?"


"At home."


"You made the finale piece at home? Without telling me?"


"Yes."


"Emily, I'm your creative partner. We build the finale together. That's how we've al

Mason is sitting on my bathroom counter watching me fight a tie while Cole's voice comes through the phone on speaker beside the sink."Alex?" I say."Quiet. Going to work, going home, no contact with Jessica's people, no unusual activity.""You're sure?""Two men on him around the clock. If he sneezes we know about it.""And Edward?""Nothing. Third day in a row. No movement at the estate, no phone activity, no card transactions, no vehicles in or out."I pull the knot loose and start over. My hands aren't cooperating and the silk keeps slipping."People don't disappear, Cole. Not people like my father.""People like your father have the resources to disappear very well." A pause. "The team is still on the estate. Perimeter watch, twenty-four seven. If he surfaces, we'll know.""And the building?""Eight wolves. Four on rotation, four resting. Two at the lobby, two at the parking garage, two on Emily's floor, two on yours. Best I have.""It's not enough.""Nick, I could put the entir

The restaurant is small and warm, tucked into a side street where the streetlights barely reach, and I chose the corner table because no one can see it from the window. She is across from me in the blue dress, her hair down, the candlelight moving across her collarbones. Under the truffle and the wax I catch the lavender lotion she puts on before bed and something warmer underneath it, and the wolf in me settles the way it always does when she is close enough to reach."You're staring again," she says."I'm reading the menu.""The menu is behind you.""I'm reading the other menu.""There's one menu, Nick.""You're the other menu."She kicks me under the table, her heel grazing my shin. "That's the worst line you've ever used.""I have worse.""Save them. Please."The waiter comes. I order the Argentinian Malbec before Emily can open her mouth. She watches me over her water glass, one eyebrow lifting."How did you know I wanted the Malbec?""You always want the Malbec.""I haven't orde

NickI wake before the sun. Emily’s hair is strewn across my chest, her bare leg hooked over mine, and for a long moment, I don’t move. The bedroom is dark and quiet. She’s breathing slow against my shoulder, her blue dress somewhere on the floor with the rest of last night’s restraint.I press my lips to her forehead. She stirs, making a soft sound before settling again."I need to go to the pack house first," I whisper. "Security sweep before everyone arrives. Cole’s waiting."She mumbles something caught between *okay* and *go away*. I kiss her once more, slide out of bed, and by the time I’m dressed, she has already pulled my pillow into the empty space.I leave a note on the counter: *Coffee's made. Back by noon. We're still doing the cabin. - N*The drive to the pack estate takes forty minutes. The gates open as I approach, and the house rises at the end of the drive just as it always has, stone, glass, and too many windows. A monument to my father's ambition.I park and stare a