Taming the Untouchable Alpha

Chapter 9 Can you be my rock?

After changing her clothes, Ivory rejoined Olivia at the party. Olivia looked relieved to see her friend return, and they quickly found a quiet corner to chat.

"Ivory, are you okay?" Olivia asked cautiously."Why is she treating you like this?"

Ivory smiled faintly. "I'm fine, Liv. Just, past issues."

Olivia could sense that it might not be a pleasant memory for Ivory, so she casually changed the subject." Ivory, have you found your mate yet?" Olivia inquired gently.

"No, Liv, I haven't," she casually remarked. "I don't have the luxury of searching for him right now."

Olivia furrowed her brows. "Is it because of your injuries?" she asked.

Ivory nodded solemnly, her gaze distant as she recalled the events that had led to her current predicament.

"Yes, it is," she confirmed. "I suffered a very serious injury once, and it weakened my self significantly. I've lost touch with our connection, and even minor injuries have become difficult to heal."

A pang of empathy washed over Olivia as she listened to Ivory's explanation. "I had no idea, Ivory," she murmured. "I can't imagine how challenging that must be for you."

"It's been tough, Liv, but I'm learning to cope with it," she reassured her friend. "I've come to accept that some things are beyond my control."

After Ivory finished speaking,she casually picked up the drink that had just been brought to her and took a sip.

However, contrary to her expectations, a strong and rich fruity aroma filled her mouth.

Ivory glanced at the liquid in her glass and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Her wine had been replaced with juice.

*****

As the servant approached Osgar, his steps careful and measured, Francis watched with keen interest.

The party was in full swing downstairs, the sound of laughter and music mingling with the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation.

The servant’s voice barely above a whisper as he relayed a message meant for Osgar's ears alone. However, Francis still hears it.

"Today is an alcoholic party," Francis uttered with a meaningful tone.. "I did not think to prepare drinks other than wine. Did you ask the servant to prepare juice? He paused“— for someone?"

Osgar disregarded the teasing tone in his voice and spoke calmly:"It's better not to drink after being injured,"

"I've witnessed too many dramas today."

Francis recalled the events of the day and his tone turned serious."Ivory's life is more difficult than I had imagined.

Francis continued. "Her family is facing financial difficulties, and she's been shut out of show business."

"It's not going to be easy for her."

Osgar quietly listened, his eyes downcast, fixed on the glass in his hand.

*****

Palmer looked at the luxurious mansion in front of him. He was here at the party upon Geogrina's request.

It seemed like a relaxed gathering, but everyone knew it was a circle for the privileged. If he could make connections with any of them, it would be great beneficial for him.

However, given his status, very few people even recognized him. Palmer could sense that everyone was merely going through the motions with him, and his smile grew increasingly forced.

After being ignored once again, Palmer downed several glasses of champagne to quench his pent-up anger.

However, as he looked beyond the crowd, he caught sight of a figure in the distance.

A target to vent his dissatisfaction.

Ivory didn't expect that she would just come to the backyard to get some fresh air, but unexpectedly, she saw Mr. Palmer.

She scanned the area but found no familiar faces，Ivory knew it was best not to engage in further conflict with Mr. Palmer at that moment. Rising to her feet, she calmly blended into the crowd.

Witnessing Ivory's avoidance, Palmer hurried after her, his determination to confront Ivory only fueling his fury.

“b***h, where do you think you are going?” Mr. Palmer muttered angrily under his breath.

Ivory's heart raced as she made her way upstairs. She turned back and didn't catch sight of Mr. Palmer's figure again.

However, in an instant, a plump, large hand tightly grasped her wrist forcefully, causing pain to shoot through her injured arm.

Her wrist began to bleed again, and Mr. Palmer ripped off the bandage.

Standing at a higher position, Ivory forcefully pushed him down the stairs and coldly uttered, "Get lost！"

After breaking free, Ivory dashed upstairs and ran with all her might along the corridor. In a panic, she pushed open a random room door.

As Ivory turned around, she collided with a solid chest.

Ivory's cheeks felt the pleasant coolness of the shirt, and she sensed the strong, powerful heartbeat of the man. Almost forgetting to breathe.

She was pressed up against him.

She was pressed up against Alpha Osgar..

Startled, she heard Mr. Palmer's heavy footsteps approaching from outside the door.

Reacting swiftly, Ivory instinctively covered Osgar's mouth just as he was about to speak.

"Shh ! "

Ivory signaled Osgar with her eyes to stay quiet.

Osgar gazed at the woman before him,her forehead glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. With her head tilted, she strained to catch any sound beyond the door,while trying to calm her rapid breaths.

The closeness between them made him acutely aware of the gentle rhythm of her breaths softly brushing against his chest.

Her actions could be described as audaciously bold.

Lowering his gaze, Osgar caught sight of a hint of blood, as her previously bandaged wrist started bleeding again.

His eyes darkened, and he let her cover his mouth, rendering him silent.

After hearing Mr. Palmer's footsteps recede,Ivory lifted her head and locked eyes with Osgar, his gaze deep, like a vortex.

Ivory's hand trembled ever so slightly, allowing her to feel the warmth emanating from the palm, it was Osgar's lips.

As if she had been lightly scalded, Ivory quickly withdrew her hand and she lowered her gaze.

"Thank you," Ivory murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Who are you hiding from?" Osgar 's voice low and deep.

She hesitated for a moment, then whispered softly ”... is trouble. ”

Recalling Francis' words, Osgar spoke calmly."Is it about the job?

Ivory nodded slowly, "Yes,"

Osgar frowned slightly, "If it's about this kind of job, you can choose not to do it.?"

Ivory paused for a moment, pondering in silence, and then chuckled："It's not about the job. No matter what kind of work it is, I will always be forced into such a situation,Unless—" .

Ivory paused, slowly lifting her head.

"Unless I have a rock,"

As Ivory spoke, her fingers gently caressed Osgar's shoulder, her voice intimate, akin to the whispers shared between lovers.

"Can you...be my rock?"

Her lips curved into a perfectly arched smile, the corners of her eyes lifted slightly, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with anticipation. She knew exactly where her best features lay, and her angle facing him was just right. Osgar seemed bewitched, involuntarily lowering his head.

As their faces drew closer, the tension between them became intense. However, the door suddenly burst open with force.

Osgar swiftly twisted, his large hands enveloping Ivory's head, pressing her gently against his chest. His towering frame shielded her entirely, his gaze turning coolly towards Mr. Palmer, who had stormed in unannounced.