Moxie Rey Leaks Novels & Stories

Another shows my shoulder exposed as he kissed my neck. Another—me half asleep against his chest, lips parted, unaware of the camera. I feel my throat close. My voice comes out as a scratch. “Where are they?” Ray unlocks the screen and turns it toward me. Trending page. Thousands of comments. Thousands of reposts. A headline flashes at the top: RAY VARGAS’ NEW MATE — LEAKED PRIVATE MOMENTS INSIDE LUXURY ICE HOTEL My stomach twists. The room tilts. “No,” I whisper. “No, no, no—”

doors. Silence hummed. “Two fronts,” she went on. “We already started the first—evidence. We leak what we pulled from Arx. Calibration logs. Calista’s signature. Donor chatter. Rae blows it wide on every feed that isn’t owned by Crowe.” Rae’s mouth curved, vicious. “I can have a teaser cut by morning,” she said. ““How They Fake Your Luna.” People will click.” “And the second?” Daire asked, even though he already knew.

Reyes, the Chairman wants to speak with you immediately. My blood went cold. Then I saw it. TRENDING #1: GRANT–REYES SCANDAL TRENDING #2: EXPLICIT VIDEO LEAKS OF… My lungs locked. Hard. I opened one headline. Just one. “PRIVATE VIDEO OF MASON GRANT & TYLER REYES LEAKS — INTERNET ERUPTS” My chest went still. My mind blanked. The world tilted. The video. Our video. It was out.

Less than thirty minutes into our journey, my phone rang, and I picked it up to see Mia calling. I answered it immediately. “Girl, what am I seeing trending on the internet? You and Alpha Peter of the Blue Moon Pack in Moonsun?” Mia screamed from the other end of the line. Oh shit. That damn video made it to the internet!