Taming the Untouchable Alpha

Chapter 6 Do you need help.

The painting studio was empty on a weekday.

Ivory pulled open the curtains, the sunlight streamed through the glass, casting its gentle glow into the room. The studio was filled with the faint scent of pigments and wooden frames.

She returned to her seat in the corner, propping her chin with one hand, while her left hand delicately traced lines on the pape

The phone that was placed aside buzzed with a news notification.

"—Georgina Reeves' new jewelry product 'Moonshadow' will be on sale soon."

Ivory glanced at the screen and read the message that popped up

As she pondered over the news, the echoing sound of heels clacking against the corridor floor reached her ears.

The door to the studio slammed open

She turned to see Verda storming in, her expression twisted with anger as she quickly made her way over to Ivory.

"Come on, Ivory, we need to go see Mr. Palmer right now!" Verda demanded, her tone sharp and urgent as she tugged on Ivory's hand.

Ivory pulled her hand back gently. "Aunt, I can't go with you right now," She replied coldly. "I have work later.”

"Work？, you're being ridiculous!" she scolded, her voice sharp with anger. ""You'd earn way more spending a night with Mr. Palmer than from your pathetic job"

Ivory's brows furrowed sharply in response to the piercing words. "Regardless, you're still my aunt. Do you really think it's appropriate to say something like that?"

In a fit of rage, Verda lashed out, sweeping Ivory's painting off the easel and sending it crashing to the floor. "You're making a huge mistake, Ivory!" she shouted

Looking at the scattered sheets of paper strewn across the floor.

Verda's sarcastic grin stretched across her face as she crossed her arms

"Still chasing after that jewelry designer dream, huh?" Verda sneered, her words dripping with disdain. "With that bum hand of yours, you're better off giving up. You're worthless, Ivory."

Verda's words cut through the air like a knife, her tone dripping with malice as she aimed to strike at Ivory's deepest insecurities.

"Ivory, did you forget about your dear mother?" Verda taunted, her voice laced with venom. "She was a jewelry designer too, wasn't she? Look where that got her – nowhere. Just like you, chasing after a worthless dream."

Ivory's breath caught in her throat at the mention of her mother, her heart clenching with a mix of sorrow and anger.

"You're just like her, Ivory. A failure," she jeered, her voice dripping with disdain. "You'll never amount to anything."

"Even after Verda's departure, these words continued to hang in the air."

Slowly, Ivory bent down to collect the scattered jewelry designs littering the studio floor,and as she continued picking them up, the design sketches gradually transforming into a chaotic and shapeless

These paintings were born out of her despair after the injury, as she used her trembling right hand to create chaotic scribbles on the paper.

With each stroke of her pen, she had battled against the limitations of her injury.Fortunately, with persistent rehabilitation, her right hand has gradually regained its strength.

But， Ivory knew that her right hand would never fully return to its former state.

Ivory's phone rang suddenly, breaking the silence of the studio.

it was Angela" Hey "her voice low.

Angela's voice came through the phone"Did you see the news?"

"Yeah, I saw it," Ivory replied.

Angela sighed audibly on the other end of the line. "That b***h did exactly as expected," she muttered, her frustration evident.

Ivory nodded in agreement, even though Angela couldn't see her. "Yes, Yes, just as expected.."

Ivory's gaze drifted to one of the drawings scattered on the floor. It was a design she had been working on for weeks, meticulously crafting each detail with care and precision. Now, seeing it replicated in the news.

"So, let's stick to the plan," Angela said, . "By the way, I'm sorry to trouble you to work at Hard Rock Bar instead of me. My dad suddenly asked me to rush home."

Ivory shook her head, dismissing Angela's apology. "It's okay," she said reassuringly. "Just take care of your business."

*****

As Ivory made her way to Hard Rock Bar later that night, she took care to dress simply, opting for a casual outfit that wouldn't attract too much attention. Pulling on a hat that she could blend into the crowd.

As she walked, her phone buzzed with a message from Olivia, who was feeling bored. Ivory inviting Olivia to join her at the bar.

Olivia: Hard Rock Bar? Isn't that the biggest bar in town?

Ivory: Yes,Meet me when you get there.

As Ivory entered the bustling Hard Rock Bar, she felt the familiar buzz of activity that always filled such establishments.

Having worked numerous part-time jobs in similar settings, Ivory was no stranger to the fast-paced environment of a bar.

Customers were drawn to Ivory's movements, eager to catch a glimpse of the person behind the hat that obscured her face.

Despite their curiosity, the dim lighting of the bar made it difficult for them to make out more than just the lower half of Ivory's face, leaving them guessing about her identity.

*****

As Olivia arrived, Ivory greeted her with a warm smile She led Olivia to the counter where she worked, ensuring Olivia stayed within her sight.

"I can't believe I'm actually here," Olivia exclaimed, her voice filled with glee. "I've always wanted to go to a bar, but my family is so strict. This is like a dream come true!"

Ivory nodded, understanding Olivia's enthusiasm. “I'm glad I could bring you here，But it's too crowded. Be careful. Don't wander around."

*****

Upstairs in the VIP lounge.

The air was filled with a intoxicating haze, while the neon lights cast fragmented beams, captivating everyone's gaze in the dimly lit ambiance.

Osgar sat on a single sofa, his legs crossed, as a waiter handed him a cigarette and a lighter. After leisurely lighting the cigarette, he squinted his eyes and took a slow drag, the slender joints of his fingers gripping the cigarette, and the white smoke rising slowly, obscuring his expression.

“We're at a bar, and it was a struggle to get you out of the office. Seriously, you need to learn how to chill and loosen up.”Francis said lazily.

He glanced at Francis and casually tapped his fingertips on the table before nonchalantly saying, "I'm busy."

They were seated in a private area of the bar, shielded from prying eyes by one-way glass that allowed them to observe the outside world without being seen.

As Francis glanced around the bar, his attention was drawn to a commotion near the staircase. He watched as Osgar's sister, Olivia, rushed downstairs and embraced a woman, capturing the moment on his phone to show Osgar.

"Hey, is that your sis Olivia? What's she doing here?" ," Francis said, holding out his phone for Osgar to see.

Osgar glanced at Francis's phone,is Olivia.

However, the woman next to olivia caught his attention

Despite the dim lighting and her face being partially concealed by a hat, Osgar still recognised her.

"Ivory," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the din of the bar.

But Francis seemed to have heard it: "What?"

Osgar quickly shook off his momentary daze,. "Nothing," he replied, though his mind was still reeling from the unexpected sighting of Ivory.

As Francis stood up from their table,"I'm gonna go find out what Olivia's doing here"

******

"Ivory, this cocktail is freaking amazing, and it looks so beautiful."

“Yeah, take it easy and sip slowly. It's got a high alcohol content.”

"Hey, Liv," Francis approached Olivia, "What are you doing here?"

Olivia blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Francis's direct question. She offered him a sheepish smile. "Oh, hi Francis," she replied, "I, uh, just wanted to grab a drink."

Olivia rubbed her ears and kept glancing behind Francis.

Francis raised an eyebrow, he chuckled: “Your brother is upstairs”

Olivia's eyes widened in surprise at Francis's revelation. She hadn't realized that Osgar was here. "He is?" she exclaimed, her heart sinking at the thought of facing her brother after sneaking out to the bar.

Ivory had been listening to their conversation, looked up at that moment.

So, Osgar's here too.

Despite the dim lighting and the opaque nature of the glass, Ivory couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her from the other side.

"Hey, can you whip up a drink for me?" Francis looked at the woman in front of him with great interest. When she lifted her head earlier, he caught a glimpse of her face—a real beauty,and her body, even in regular attire, can make anyone salivate.

"She's my friend, so don't even think about hitting on her," Olivia interjected, blocking Francis' gaze towards Ivory.

Ivory didn't say a wor, she casually served the Playboy a drink.

As Francis sat at the bar, his cell phone buzzed incessantly with notifications. Glancing at the screen, Different women's names appeared on the caller ID, but he ignored them all..

It was clear to her that he was a player, juggling multiple romantic interests without a care in the world.

As the night grew late, the bar manager notified Ivory that she could start cleaning up and finish her shift. Olivia was already a bit tipsy, so Ivory told her to leave the bar with Francis.

As Ivory glanced up from her work behind the bar, she saw Dylan standing just a few feet away. He was engrossed in conversation with another man

Ivory's mind raced as she tried to place the other man's face, a nagging sense of familiarity tugging at her memory.

As Dylan bid farewell to his companion and turned to leave, his eyes met Ivory's across the room.

It had been years since they had last seen each other

Ivory had never imagined that the man she had been engaged to since childhood, who had always treated her well, had become Geogrina's mate.

On the day of the mating ceremony, he heartlessly rejected her in front of everyone, turning away to announce Geogrina as his mate.

Georgina stood by his side, looking down on her with arrogance, proud as if she had won a trophy.

The moment that image crossed her mind, Ivory instinctively clenched her fists.she wanted to leave.

However, as she was passing by him, he grabbed her by the arm.

Dylan's grip tightened slightly, his gaze was locked on her. "Ivory, why are you here?"

At that moment a low voice rang out, "Do you need help?"