Taming the Untouchable Alpha

Chapter 8 My marriage is my decision, and mine alone

Francis's villa was a sight to behold, radiating opulence and luxury at every turn. With its grand architecture and sprawling grounds, it exuded an air of magnificence that was hard to ignore.

The theme of today's banquet was wine tasting, so various types of wine were placed everywhere, from the entrance to the garden, along with wine towers stacked high.

After Ivory arrived at the villa, Olivia greeted her eagerly at the door with a wide smile. "Hey Ivory, so glad you could make it!" she exclaimed, pulling Ivory inside. "Come on! Let's get you changed into something more suitable for the party."

Ivory nodded. "Thanks, Liv," she replied, following her towards the changing area.

As Francis strolled into the lavish villa, his eyes swept across the room in search of Osgar. Spotting him in a quiet corner, Francis made his way through the bustling crowd towards his friend.

Osgar sat there, his posture relaxed yet commanding, exuding an air of quiet confidence that drew the attention of those around him. Despite the chatter and music filling the room, he remained lost in his own thoughts.

Behind the man, several models sat in high, swiveling chairs, whispering among themselves. Their gazes all directed towards a secluded and quiet corner, where Osgar was seated.

"Oh my, have you seen the way his muscles ripple beneath that shirt?"

"You want to seduce him?"

"Don't you want to?"

"Wanting is one thing, daring is another，Alpha Osgar is heartless,I ain't lookin' to throw away my life easily.."

"Coward."

"You talk as if you dare to do it."

"I came here tonight for him."

"Damn, are you really going to seduce him? But there are rumors that he's about to get engaged."

The woman's gaze fixated on Alpha Osgar in the distant shadows.

She brushed her hair behind her ear and stood up from the high chair, walking towards him in high heels. "They're all just rumors. Even if he's married, which man doesn't stray?"

Loads of married men out there keepin' mistresses

Alpha Osgar was also a man.

Moreover, he was in his prime, the time when a man's desires were at their peak.

The woman grabbed a champagne flute from the bartender's tray, teetering on her high heels as she approached Alpha Osgar. She slowly bent down, filling up the nearly empty glass in front of Osgar's table.

"Hey there, handsome," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Have we met before? Because I feel like I would remember a man as striking as you."

Her actions were met with nothing but silent air in response.

Her confidence wavered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure.

"I have to confess, I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you," she confessed, her voice soft and full of longing.

As she spoke, she moved closer to Osgar.

Oscar raised his eyes,his handsome face was as cold as ice, his eyes narrowing slightly as a sharp chill emanated from them. He spoke in a chillingly bloodthirsty tone.

"Who are you."

The woman was terrified by the cold gaze, and she put on a pitiful expression.

Before she could say anything, Osgar's guard suddenly appeared and forcefully dragged her off the couch, propelling her towards the back door.

No one knows what will happen to this woman, but it will definitely not end well.

As Francis approached, he witnessed the scene of the woman being dragged away, screaming in protest.

Francis rubbed his forehead in distress and quickly walked towards Osgar.

He worried that this might ruin Osgar's mood.

"Looks like Osgar's still as untouchable as ever," Francis thought to himself, "No woman can just waltz up to him like that and expect to get anywhere."

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Olivia adjusted the final folds of Ivory's elegant crimson dress, marveling at how it complemented her friend's complexion.

"Ivory, you look breathtaking in this dress. The color suits you perfectly," Olivia’s voice filled with admiration."You're going to steal the show tonight, Ivory. I just know it !"

Ivory smiled appreciatively, running her fingers lightly over the delicate fabric. "Thank you, Olivia, " she said.

Ivory and Olivia descended the stairs, and amidst the bustling crowd, Ivory's gaze immediately locked onto Alpha Osgar, standing regally next to the champagne tower.

While the other guests were accompanied by their female companions, Osgar stood alone, a solitary figure amidst the throng of revelers.

He stood out conspicuously.

Osgar dressed impeccably in a tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and chiseled features, Despite the lively atmosphere of the party,he remained composed and aloof, as if untouched by the frivolities surrounding him..

As Ivory and Olivia made their way towards him, they drew the attention of many onlookers.

Despite the curious glances and whispers that followed them, Ivory remained focused on Osgar, her gaze never wavered from him.

"Hey, brother, when did you arrive?" Olivia spoke first.

"A while ago," he replied.

"Look ! Do you like my dress today? And Ivory's too, I carefully picked them out," Olivia said excitedly.

Osgar seemed to notice Ivory just then, his head slightly tilting as his gaze swept over her, neither cold nor warm.

"Looks good," came the careless response, leaving it unclear who he was referring to.

Ivory met Osgar's gaze,she greeted him with a polite smile, "Good evening, Alpha Osgar,"

Osgar's gaze lingered on her for a moment,

She looked stunning and radiant tonight.

He simply nodded in acknowledgment.

As Osgar engaged in conversation with Olivia, Ivory's attention was momentarily diverted by the sound of a familiar voice.

Looking up, she saw Francis making his way towards them, accompanied by a striking woman whom Ivory recognized immediately as Jamila Deutch, her high school classmate.

Also a woman that used to bully her together with Georgina Reeves…

The calmer Ivory looked, the icier her gaze became.

Upon seeing Ivory, Jamila's lips curled into a sardonic smile.

“It's been a long time, Ivory.”

“Yes, it's been a long time.”

Jamila watched as Ivory and Olivia held hands intimately, a hint of displeasure flickering in her eyes.

She was about to greet Alpha Osgar when his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he answered the call and started walking outside.

Hearing someone calling her from a distance, Olivia also left.

"I heard your family went broke. How did you manage to sneak into this party?" It's like she's hinting that Ivory must have pulled some shady moves to get in here, given her background.

With a derisive snort, she continued, "Your family's downfall is the talk of the town, you know. Everyone's whispering about how you've fallen from grace, how your once-glamorous life has crumbled into dust."

Francis didn't realize they knew each other.

Ivory smiled faintly, showing no signs of embarrassment, and responded smoothly, "Well, I didn't expect to run into you here either."

"Have you found your mate now? I saw you many times in the hospital, with a big belly, and you looked very happy at that time."

Jamila's expression shifted from smug disdain to panic, her eyes widening in alarm. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

She had always claimed publicly that she hadn't found a mate yet, so Ivory's words were like a slap in the face to her.

"Really? I heard the doctor calling your name."

“That's not me! ”

She's been very careful. How did Ivory find out?

Ivory merely shrugged nonchalantly. "Okay, then I got the wrong person, I'm so sorry," she replied casually.

Jamila stole a careful glance at Francis and smiled flatteringly at him.She leaned in close to Ivory, speaking in a venomous tone right by her ear.

"You better watch your mouth, You'll regret crossing me, Ivory!”

Ivory remained unfazed, her expression impassive. "I highly doubt that, Jamila."

As Ivory left without a word, Jamila's frustration boiled over, fueled by the whispers and gossiping around her.

With a surge of anger, she stormed after Ivory, her voice dripping with venom as she hurled insults at her former classmate. "You're nothing but a pathetic b***h!", her words cutting through the air like daggers.

Before Ivory could react, Jamila's hands shoved her forcefully, sending her crashing into the champagne tower.

The people around let out gasps of astonishment.

The impact shattered bottles, sending glass shards flying, and Ivory tumbled into the midst of the wreckage.

Wine and blood mingled as Ivory's wrist bore the brunt of the collision, the crimson liquid staining her skin as it dripped to the ground.

Ivory could only feel the agony, struggling to lift her upper body.

She lifted her eyelids slightly, and to her surprise, she found herself locking eyes with a deep, indifferent, and enigmatically veiled gaze.

Taking a deep breath, Ivory locked eyes with Osgar and slowly extended her hand towards him, "Please.help me, Alpha Osgar,"her voice trembling slightly with both pain and urgency.

Ivory's plea hung in the air, met by a silence. Murmurs rippled through the gathering, skeptics casting doubt on Ivory's hopes.

"She's delusional," one whispered.

"Thinking she can call upon Alpha Osgar like that?"

The people around, who had initially intended to offer assistance, hesitated in their steps due to Ivory's actions.

Witnessing Ivory's pleading gaze, Osgar's hand, previously resting in his pocket, gradually tightened, forming a clenched fist.

Just as Ivory's outstretched hand was about to fall,

To everyone's astonishment, without a word,Osgar strode towards her with long strides. With one hand firmly grasping her extended hand, he guided her to rest it on his shoulder, while his other hand slipped beneath her knees, lifting her up into his arms.

As Osgar passed by Francis, he cast a glance at him. Francis snapped out of his shock and quickly called for medical personnel to accompany Osgar upstairs. He instructed the servants to swiftly tidy up the mess.

With the chaos slowly being brought under control, Francis turned his attention to Jamila, who stood before him, visibly shaken by the turn of events.

Francis grabbed her arm and forcefully dragged her out of the mansion's entrance, his voice filled with anger.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Francis demanded, "How could you do something like that to Ivory?"

Jamila's mind replayed the scene of Osgar lifting Ivory, and her voice quivered as she stammered, "I-I'm sorry, I acted on impulse, but, but..." Jamila's breaths grew shallow and rapid."I just... I didn't realize I used that much force."

Francis frowned in disgust. "That's no excuse,"

"Just leave, Jamila. Now, and don't ever show up again."

Jamila watched Francis' retreating figure, sinking to her knees on the ground, murmuring, "It's all because of Ivory, it's all because of her..."

Upstair.

Osgar gently laid Ivory on the couch in the lounge, with the medical personnel following closely behind to swiftly tend to her injuries, especially the scratches on her wrists.

Once the wounds were properly bandaged, the medical staff noticed her hand trembling incessantly and inquired, "Miss, your hand is still shaking. Are you alright?"

"It's the lingering effect of the previous injury. It will fade away after some time," Ivory said with a gentle tone.

Ivory lowered her head, gazing at her trembling right hand. Despite mentally preparing herself before the fall, her injured hand continued to tremble persistently in response to the impact.

"Ivory, are you okay?!" Olivia rushed into the lounge in a flurry.

Taking a seat next to Ivory, she carefully inspected Ivory’s injuries, and Ivory nodded in response, speaking softly.

Osgar stood by the door, remaining silent. Upon seeing Olivia's arrival, he exited the room and headed towards another lounge. He was intent on taking a shower. Wine stains marred his clothes from picking up Ivory, prompting his need for a quick cleanup.

Hot water poured down from above, showering over the man's taut and well-defined abdominal muscles. It traveled in a steady stream, descending from his head to his feet.

Francis knocked on Osgar's door and spoke through the door, saying, "Hey, that woman has been kicked out."

Upon receiving no response from Osgar, Francis continued,"It's weird, when did you start helping out women?" Francis leaned against the wall and muttered to himself, ""You're not into Ivory, huh?"

Inside the bathroom, Osgar kept his eyes closed, lost in his own thoughts.

The question hung in the air, unanswered for a moment.

Francis touched his nose and said, "No way, aren't you supposed to be getting engaged to Andrea--"

Suddenly, the door swung open. Osgar fastened his cufflinks and said in a low voice, " My marriage is my decision, and mine alone.”