CHAPTER 7: THE DESIGNER IS HERE
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ALPHONCE POV
I paced back and forth inside my new hotel room, unable to settle. Fear was etched on my face as I tried to remain composed, but it was in vain.
How could I be calm after what had happened yesterday at the airport that led Gift to get out of the car in the middle of nowhere?
My Gift!
Goddess knew how much I cared for that beauty.
All I could think about was the phone in my right hand. I kept calling her, not giving up, but she never answered.
“Damn it! She’s angry with me!” I muttered, frustrated.
Daniela had never looked at me like that before.
There was also betrayal and not with that alone, but with disappointment.
My Daniela was disappointed in me and it broke my heart into a thousand pieces by just thinking of that.
This was the first time in five years that she had behaved this way.
Daniela, or Gift, was always calm, never getting angry even when people made fun of her skin, which was all white due to a fire that had burned her. They would laugh and stare until she disappeared, but she never fought back. I was the one who defended her, but she would always tell me, “If you compete with a fool, you also turn into a fool.” That wisdom was one of the reasons I had grown deep feelings for her. I loved her, but I had never told her.
Initially, I had other plans for her, but they changed when I got to know the real Daniela. Now, she was angry with me, refusing to speak. I wandered the room, trying to think of what to do when an idea struck me.
“Collins!” I called one of my bodyguards. “Quickly come into my room,” I demanded, hanging up before he could answer. I was going to track her phone and find out where she was. It had been almost twelve hours since I last saw or spoke to her. Who knew what had happened to her? The thought made Jimmy, my wolf, stir and whimper inside me. He was also upset that I had angered Daniela.
My wolf never told me Daniela was our mate, but he was always protective of her. Despite already having a mate who was killed ten years ago, a fact that still clenched my fists in anger, Jimmy's protectiveness puzzled me.
The door opened, and Collins entered the room. “You called for me, sir,” he said, bowing. I gestured for him to rise and face me.
“I want you to do something for me,” I said, my voice calm but serious.
“Anything for you, sir.” Collins moved closer as I directed him on what he needed to do. “Tell me when you’re done,” I added, turning towards the window.
“Are you sure about this, sir?” Collins asked.
“Would I have sent you if I wasn’t sure?” I snapped. He bowed and rushed out of the room.
“Time to torture my dearest brother while I wait to find the whereabouts of my little Daniela.” A devilish smile formed on my lips. Confident my plan would work, I dialed a number, a sinister smile spreading as the person on the other end picked up.
“Hello?”
ALEXANDER POV
“f**k it! She is the one, I felt it! Her scent was all over me!” I threw the last bottle of wine against the wall, watching it shatter into pieces, the contents spilling out just like the previous bottles.
“You need to calm down, Alpha,” my beta urged, having stayed with me all night. The sun had risen, but we were still in my bar.
“She isn’t her. She died!” he said.
“If I hear you repeat that again, I swear I will chop off your head and make it my seat,” I snarled, glaring at him. He lowered his gaze to the broken glass on the floor.
“Forgive me, Alpha,” he whispered.
She was her. Daniela.
She didn’t die. Her calm and beautiful face, her smile, her green eyes—it was her! But why was her hair brunette? She was never a brunette.
And how did she become a renowned designer all of sudden? So rich and elegant?
Daniela had been an Omega, never that classy.
She didn't have any ruch family I was aware of.
The woman at the airport yesterday looked mature, beautiful, and elegant.
Maybe my beta was right after all. Maybe I was hallucinating and that my Daniela died from the fire that day, five years ago.
My Daniela?
That was laughable, Daniela was never mine. We only had a one-night stand. But the connection and the pleasure I had that day, all felt right.
“No, she didn't die!”
“Alpha.” A voice called my name, but I didn’t turn.
“Please get hold of yourself. Don’t allow—”
“Who are you to tell me what to do?! And why are you even here anyway?” I growled coldly without looking at her and I could hear my beta sighing beside me, but I didn't look at him either. I wad staring blankly at the wall in front of me that wad dripping the liquid from the bottles of wine I had been throwing on it.
“I-I…”
“I told you never to show your face in front of me ever again,” I reminded her, finally turning to see Laura standing at the door, her gaze on the floor, hands fidgeting nervously.
“Now disappear, b***h!” I emphasized the last word.
I studied her face only for me to see the hurt in her eyes.
She was hurt that I called her a b***h?
She must be crazy!
Had she already forgotten what she did two years ago?
Well she might have forgotten but for me, I would never forget what she did.
I'm fact each time I looked at her, all I saw was the betrayal.
“W-well, I just came to tell you that the designer is waiting...” Laura didn’t finish her words before I jumped and rushed towards the door past her, my heart pounding in my chest.
She was here!
My Daniela was here? If not her, who else made my heart dance like this?
Did she have a twin sister I wasn’t aware of?
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