Taming the Untouchable Alpha

In the Lunar Reflections Hotel, Inside the dressing room, a woman's reflection in the mirror revealed her delicate curves, thin waist, long legs, and sexy shoulder blades as she changed her clothes. The door swinging open, followed by the chatter of three women entering the restroom. "Hey, did you guys hear? Alpha Osgar Wescotte is getting engaged to Andrea Windrow, the daughter of the Windrow family." "Really?" "Osgar Wescotte is so freaking handsome and rich. I mean, I saw him once, and let me tell you, my panties almost dropped!" This caused laughter from all three of them, their giggles echoing in the bathroom. "Oh, Mr. Wescotte isn't just good in business. He's so wealthy. I wouldn't mind having a chance to sleep with him. I mean, a one-night stand with him? I'd never regret that." "Well, that's just going to be a dream for you, honey. Girls like us, you know,actresses and all, we'll never have a chance with Mr. Wescotte." Ivory leaning against the door, she caught every word of the conversation unfolding outside. —Osgar Westcott and Andrea Windrow are getting engaged ? She pulling out her cell phone, she searched for news about the rumored wedding. After a moment of scrolling, she found an article confirming the news. However, when she refreshed the page moments later, the article had mysteriously disappeared. Memories hit ivory, and she knows that Andrea is Georgina Reeves' cousin. Georgina Reeves... Ivory lowers her eyes, her long lashes hiding the flash in her eyes. As she stepped out of the cubicle, her presence commanded attention as the three girls inside turned to look at her. Ivory bent slightly to wash her hands. Ivory was stunningly attractive. She wore a simple yet alluring outfit, a body-hugging blouse that accentuated her curves, making her breasts look irresistibly enticing. The blouse hugged her waist snugly, highlighting her slender figure, while a black mini skirt showcased her flawless legs, which seemed to stretch on for miles. Ivory stepped out of the restroom and leaned quietly against the door, smoothly pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. They might think she has already gone far away. "Wow...Who's she? Was she auditioning with us?" "That's Ivory, and yeah, Gotta admit, she's got the looks, but snagging this role? Doubt it. Rumor has it she got herself blacklisted，cause she wouldn't bow down to the big shots." "Yeah, heard that too. So, ladies, especially in our line of work, better watch out for that arrogance. 'Cause, you know, it never ends well.’’ Ivory leaned against the restroom door, her cigarette dangling from her lips as she continued to listen to the conversation about her. The girls' hushed voices filled the air, mingling with the faint Suddenly, her cell phone began to ring. With a furrowed brow, Ivory glanced at the caller ID and saw it was her aunt, Verda. Exhaling heavily, Ivory stubbed out her cigarette in the sink before answering the call. "Aunt Ver-" Verda's voice came through the line, sharp and irritated. "Ivory, where the hell are you? You were supposed to be here ages ago!" "I'm already at the Lunar Reflections Hotel," she replied. "Well, hurry up and get down here immediately. We don't have time to waste." "I'm on my way," Ivory said before hanging up the phone. The Lunar Reflections Hotel stood as one of the top entertainment venues in the City, drawing in affluent businessmen and women from across the country. As Ivory walked through the halls, all eyes turned to her. Some men looked at her with lustful admiration, while others seemed amazed by her beauty. Ivory glanced around the bustling hall, her eyes landed on Verda, who stood with an impatient expression, tapping her foot. When Ivory approached, Verda's expression turned grim, and she raised her hand to slap her, but Ivory stepped back and dodged the falling hand. "I have an audition later." Verda failed to slap Ivory so pointed at her instead. Her voice tinged with anger. “If you had just agreed with Mr. Palmer's proposal, none of this would have happened! It's your fault that our family is being targeted.” Ivory's gaze dropped to the floor, the weight of her past bearing down on her shoulders. Ever since her parents passed away and her ex-fiancé, Dylan , broke their engagement, her world had crumbled around her. With her family gone, she had no home to call her own, Uncle Lloyd and Aunt Verda became her last remaining family members. In the wake of her parents' death, Ivory had been burdened with the immense debt they had left behind. The weight of financial obligations had forced her to abandon her dreams and aspirations, focusing instead on trying to settle the debts her parents had accrued. Verda's voice cut through the air like a whip, her words laced with contempt as she berated Ivory once again. "You're no longer the daughter of the rich Curtis family, Ivory. You're just an ordinary, poor woman now," she spat, her tone dripping with disdain. "Why can't you use your head?" "Use your beauty and body to gain advantage. If you don't use them, you'll become even more worthless. And when you're old, no one will want you. You had better start using them now!" Ivory looked on apathetically at the so-called 'aunt' before her. Once, her aunt had gone to great lengths to please her, but now that Ivory held no value to her, she casually trampled upon and insulted her. Verda’s voice was so loud it attracted the eyes of the bystanders. Parked at the hotel entrance was a luxurious sedan, its windows half-open. Inside sat two men dressed in exquisite suits. "That poor pretty woman," One man spoke "Being scolded like that, in public no less. I want to help her." The man sitting beside him casually flipped through the documents in his hand and spoke in a nonchalant tone. "Don't interfere in other people's affair." The man is Osgar Wescotte. Francis frowned once more,he nudged Osgar, gesturing towards Ivory But Osgar remained focused on his task, closing his pen and the document. Francis sighed, he has always suspected that Osgar has no interest in women,in any woman. "You know, Osgar, you really don't need to be so serious all the time," he remarked. "You're a powerful Lycan Alpha, after all. Even alphas like you need to have some fun once in a while." He can say it like that only because he is Osgar's friend. Osgar glanced at Francis, "There are responsibilities that come with being an alpha," he replied evenly. "I can't afford to neglect them." "Okay,Okay" Francis gave up. "But life is short, Osgar. You should take a moment to enjoy it’’ Francis felt like he was an old grandmother lecturing her grandchildren. “By the way, all the news about you and Andrea was removed, but why? Wasn't it only a matter of time before people found out?” Osgard was silent and gave him a cold look. Francis knew what that look meant right away. “Fine, I'll shut up.” *** “Do you think I wouldn’t dare do anything to you? If it weren’t for the fact that I’ve been keeping your identity a secret for so many years, you’d be…” “That’s enough. Are you sure you want to tell everyone my secret, as my aunt, will this be good for you?” Ivory interrupted and looked down at her aunt with cold eyes. With that final threat hanging in the air, Ivory took a deep breath and turned around, she walked down the hall, needing some air to get rid of the depression inside her. She absentmindedly stepped onto the bustling street, completely unaware, and took a step forward without any caution. But suddenly, her arm tightened as a pair of strong hands firmly caught her, stabilizing her body. The smell of expensive cologne mixed with cigarettes hit her nose. A roaring sports car zoomed past her from behind. As she looked up, she found herself staring into the eyes of Osgar Wescotte. Before she could regain her composure, she felt his muscular arm wrap around her, steadying her to prevent her from falling. "Thank you..sir," she stammered. "Pay more attention next time," he advised, his tone carrying a hint of authority. After Osgar left, Ivory stood in place, gradually calming her breath. Her eyes caught sight of something shiny on the ground—a gold-plated pen. Without hesitation, she reached down to pick it up, tucking it quickly into her bag. *** The 10th floor of the hotel was suffused with the unmistakable scent of alcohol, a haze of drunken revelry hanging thick in the air. Olivia Wescotte felt a pang of unease as she surveyed the scene before her. Her older brother, Osgar, had been right—it was a mistake to come to this place for her audition. She couldn't help but regret her decision to defy him and come here alone. Beside her, a man reeking of alcohol thrust a glass of liquor towards her, his words slurred with drunkenness. "Take it." He slurred, his tone leering. "I'll give you the role if you drink it all." “I have already told you. I’m not drinking!” Mr.Terry's expression twisted into one of anger. He reached out to grab Olivia's chin, “How dare you talk to me in that tone? Don't you know how to respect the alpha?” Olivia's heart pounded in her chest as she pushed his hand away, her voice rising in defiance. "If you try to force me, I'll call my older brother. He's Osgar Wescotte." "Why would Alpha Osgar let you come to this audition?" he scoffed,he didn’t believe. As he tried to force Olivia to drink again. A slender hand stepped in and snatched the glass from his hand. It was Ivory. "She's not accustomed to drinking, but I could drink for her." “Sure! Come here, you take her place.”Terry's grin widened, his gaze lingering on Ivory with a lustful gleam in his eyes. Olivia, relieved to see Ivory come to her aid, but couldn't help but frown as she noticed the predatory look in Mr. Terry's eyes. Olivia watched as he poured glass after glass of wine into Ivory's glass, fearing that Ivory would be pushed into a crisis. In a moment of desperation, she grabbed a glass from the table and threw it at Terry's head. The room erupted in screams. "You bitch.!!" Terry yelled angrily. He clutched his forehead where he had been hit. "How dare you! I would kill you today!" As Terry lunged towards Olivia,reaching out to grab her shoulder... However, Ivory delivered a powerful kick to his chest, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground. He lay there momentarily dazed and dizzy. Seizing the opportunity, Ivory swiftly grabbed Olivia's arm and headed towards the room's doorway, pushing her into the hallway. "Call for help." Then she closed the door immediately. Olivia stumbled backward, her body stiffened with shock, but she managed to reach for her phone and dial for assistance. Just as Ivory swiftly closed the door, a tremendous force yanked her hair, causing her to fall backward. Mr. Terry grabbed her by the throat, forcefully pouring alcohol into her mouth. "Looks like you really want to take her place," Terry's tone dripped with madness. "Drink up and see what fate awaits you tonight." The people around them gathered in horror, but no one dared to step forward to intervene. Outside the door, Olivia's heart raced as she saw her brother, Osgar, approaching. "Osgar! Brother..!!oh my! Help!" she called out urgently, her voice trembling with fear. Osgar walked briskly towards, and the room's door swung open again. “Ivory !’’Olivia shouted His gaze fell upon the center of the room. On the floor lay Ivory, her body limp and soaked with wine, her cheeks flushed from the lack of oxygen. Ivory, as if catching a glimpse of Osgar, swiftly grabbed the bottle hidden behind her, tightly clenched, and forcefully smashed it towards Terry's head. The glass shattered into pieces, and blood streamed down Terry's forehead. Terry staggered to his feet, intending to strike back. "Stop." The immense power emanating from Alpha overwhelmed everyone present, causing a wave of dizziness to sweep over them,the entire room seemed to pause. Terry turned back in fear “Your Highness.....” Olivia rushed to Ivory's side, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed, "brother, please, we need to get Ivory to the hospital! Osgar nodded , he removed his suit jacket and draped it around Ivory's shoulders, and lifted Ivory into his arms. After they left, Mr. Terry knelt on the ground and trembled silently. He couldn't forget the cold and ruthless eyes of Osgar looking at him before he left. *** In the hospital. Ivory gradually regained consciousness from her coma, her mind slowly clearing. She opened her eyes slightly, her vision still hazy, but she could vaguely sense someone watching her. She slowly sat up, propping herself against the pillow, and as she looked up, she met his scrutinizing eyes. "Darren, please get her a glass of water," Osgar instructed his assistant. "Thank you," Ivory said as she drank the water. Her hands trembled slightly from just waking up, causing the water to spill from her mouth, trickling down her chin and disappearing into the hollow between her collarbones. "Mr. Wescotte, will I be punished for what happened today?" She asked. "The one who will face punishment is Mr. Terry, not you," Osgar’s assistant Darren handed her a tissue. Ivory accepted the tissue. "That's a relief. Thank you, Alpha." Osgar watched her wiping away the water stains on her neck. The bruises on her neck were red and purple, standing out prominently. Most women would have cried, but she seemed unfazed. "Thank you for your help with Olivia tonight. Is there anything you need?" Osgar asked. "The situation was critical, and she's my friend. Helping her was the least I could do," Ivory looked at Osgar. His tone and words carried a gentlemanly air, but she could sense the scrutiny beneath them. And his gaze seemed to see through everything,leaving no secrets hidden. Indeed, one could gain many advantages from Osgar's favors, but what she truly desired went far beyond those superficial benefits. Iovry withdrew her gaze and did not speak, but only shook her head gently. Osgar didn't say anything more, walking towards the door to leave. Just as he was about to step out, he paused, turned around, and nodded at Darren. "Take this business card. You can contact my assistant if you need anything in the future." Darren immediately handed Ivory the business card. She remained silent for a moment, not refusing, and accepted it. "Rest well," Osgar's tone was deep and he left the room.