Taming the Untouchable Alpha

Chapter 7 Irene

Ivory heard the familiar voice and immediately pulled her hand forcefully out of Dylan's grip.

As Ivory's eyes met Osgar's, his sharp gaze swept back and forth between the two of them several times before finally settling on her face. He silently stared at her, his gaze pregnant with deep meaning, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

Dylan's gaze flickering between her and Osgar. "Ivory, —,"

"Come here"

Osgar's commanding voice interrupted.

Ivory didn't hesitate. She walked up to Osgar’s side, looked up at the side of his face, and gently took her hand on his arm, and they walked past Dylan together.

As they brushed shoulders, Dylan could feel Osgar's dark and brooding gaze.

As he watched Ivory and Osgar disappear into the crowd, Dylan's mind buzzed with questions. How does Ivory know Osgar Alpha?

***

As they stepped out of the door, Ivory released her grip on Osgar's arm, the cool night air brushing against her skin. Osgar turned to her, his brow furrowed.

"So, you're working part-time at this bar." Osgar inquired,

Ivory shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "No, I'm just filling in for a friend," she explained. "I'm sorry for the trouble."

."It's too crowded for you to work here."

Ivory wondered how he could say such a caring statement in a cold tone of voice.

As they walked together, Ivory couldn't help but feel a gnawing curiosity about Osgar's actions. Summoning her courage, she turned to him, her voice tentative.

"Do you always help women who are harassed by other men?" Ivory asked, her words hanging in the air between them.

Osgar stopped dead in his tracks, his gaze turning towards Ivory with a thoughtful expression.

Just as Ivory was about to speak up again, Olivia's voice cut through the silence, interrupting their conversation.

"Hey, you two! Get in the car!" Olivia called out.

Ivory looked at Osgar and didn't say anything, responds to Olivia "We're coming" and walked towards the road

"I helped you because you helped Olivia," Osgar said,still a cold, unemotional voice.

For a brief moment, Ivory was at a loss for words. With a nod of acknowledgment, she continued walking, her steps quickening as she made her way towards Olivia.

As they settled into the car,Francis took a seat in the passenger seat of the car, while Olivia, wanting to sober up, sat by the open window.Ivory sat between Olivia and Osgar.

Despite the ample space in the backseat, she couldn't shake the feeling of Osgar's presence lingering around her.

As Ivory stepped out of the car, she glanced back at Olivia, who was still asleep, her form illuminated by the soft glow of the interior lights.

Not wanting to disturb her friend's rest, Ivory closed the door gently behind her and turned to face Francis, who had also exited the vehicle.

"Thank you for the ride," Ivory said softly.

"It was my pleasure," Francis said. "Olivia told me you're an actress. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out. Here, take my business card." He handed her a small, sleek card with his contact information printed neatly on the front.

Ivory accepted the card graciously, turning it over in her hands before slipping it into her pocket. "Thank you."

As Ivory disappeared into the distance, Francis turned to Osgar with a mischievous grin. "So, when do you think Ivory will reach out to me?" he asked, his tone playful.

Osgar remained silent, his gaze fixed on the window as he watched Ivory's figure grow smaller in the distance.

***

Dylan returned home, the click of the door signaling his entrance. He found Georgina lounging in the living room, clad in revealing attire and engrossed in her phone. "What kept you out so late?" she inquired.

Dylan shrugged nonchalantly. "Just some work stuff," he replied vaguely, and avoided her gaze.

“But——”

Before Georgina could press further, he scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her towards the bedroom.

Georgina's eyes widened in surprise as she was lifted from her seat. "Hey, wait a minute."

Dylan chuckled softly, his grip firm yet gentle as he carried her across the room. "Baby, I'm your husband," he reassured her, his voice low and soothing. " Don't you trust me?"

Georgina let out a playful sigh, leaning back against him as they entered the bedroom. "You always know how to distract me," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

***

Midnight, a tranquil moment, with moonlight spilling through the window. Stars adorned the black canvas of the sky, twinkling with a faint glow.

Ivory sat on the window ledge, She looked at the card in her hand.

Though Francis had charisma and was a powerful leader, Avery knew he couldn't compete with Oscar.

Lost in thought, Ivory recalled the determined look in Francis's eyes as he had handed her his business card.

It was clear that he saw her as a prize to be won, but sadly, her only goal was always Osgard.

Ivory chuckled lightly and stubbed out her cigarette on the business card.

Returning to the room, Ivory found Angela sitting at the computer, her gaze curious as she watched Ivory's return.

"Is there any progress in approaching Osgar?" she asked.

"It's very difficult," Ivory confessed, her voice heavy with resignation. "There's hardly been any progress at all."

Angela nodded sympathetically,” Then let's not talk about him. Look.”

She turned the screen towards The news about Georgina's new jewelry line was plastered across the screen, accompanied by a slew of positive comments and reviews.

"And just now, I received an email from Georgina. She wants to buy more of your designs." Angela said.

Ivory looked at the picture of the jewelry displayed on the screen.

Before Ivory's family faced financial ruin, she was groomed as a jewelry designer under the careful guidance of her mother.

However, her mother chose to remain anonymous, using the pseudonym "Irene" to publish her creations.

Under this guise, Ivory's mother achieved great success in the world of jewelry design. Despite the acclaim, the true identity of "Irene" remained a closely guarded secret known only to Ivory and her family.

Following her mother's untimely passing, the world gradually forgot about the enigmatic designer known as "Irene."

However, Ivory remained steadfast in preserving her mother's legacy. She took it upon herself to maintain her mother's website.When her hand finally healed from the injury that had temporarily sidelined her Ivory assumed the identity of "Irene" and began to upload her own jewelry designs to the website.

She wanted to carry on her mother's legacy, and fortunately, her own work did not tarnish the reputation of "Irene."

However, one day, Ivory stumbled upon a disconcerting discovery: Georgina's jewelry designs bore a striking resemblance to her own creations.

Suspicious, Ivory meticulously examined every piece in Georgina's collection, only to realize that they were blatant copies of her own designs, as well as those of her late mother.

Fury surged within Ivory. Yet, in the midst of her anger, reason prevailed.

She knew that challenging the influential Georgina family without a powerful ally by her side would be a perilous endeavor.

Ivory turned to Angela,her voice cold. "Angela, please reply to Georgina's email. Let her know that we'll sell the designs to her."

Angela nodded, understanding the gravity of Ivory's decision. "Got it, Ivory. I'll draft the reply right away," she responded.

***

The next day, Ivory arrived on set, It wasn't a major part, but it was a step up from the various minor roles she had played before.

Ivory sat in her chair and waited patiently.

As filming preparations were underway, a sudden disruption jolted the set.

Mr. Palmer's appearance shattered her good mood for the day.

"Stop! Stop the filming right now!" Mr. Palmer's voice echoed across the set, halting the crew in their tracks.

Director Cruz hurried over to Mr. Palmer, "Mr. Palmer, what's the matter? Is everything alright?"

"No big deal.I just read the script and realized that this role isn't quite suitable for Miss Ivory, So, I found someone else to take her place," Mr. Palmer said, a playful smirk on his face as he looked towards Ivory.

The director opened his mouth in shock. He wanted to speak up for Ivory, he admired her talent, but he knew that it would all be in vain, because Palmer was the manager of the Reeves family company.If he didn't listen to them, all the shooting will be for nothing.

"Very well, Mr. Palmer. I'll inform the cast and crew of the change."

When Ivory saw Palmer show up, she knew that she would lose the role today.

With a calm exterior, she gathered her belongings and prepared to leave the set.

However, Mr. Palmer blocked the path.

“If you beg me, I'll consider giving you back the role.”Mr.Palmer moved closer to Ivory, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Ivory chuckled coldly, "Beg you？Why should I beg to a mere watchdog like you?"

The term "watchdog" struck a nerve with Palmer. He knew that despite many people outwardly showing respect for him, behind closed doors,they had actually been calling him the Reeves family's watchdog.

"You!? How long do you think you can hold on? Huh? Let me tell you, in the end, you'll find yourself willingly in my bed.!" Mr. Palmer's tone was sharp.

"With your?, even a hooker wouldn't touch you."Ivory ignored him and walked out of the set.

****

Francis came to the set today to pick up an actor. He didn't expect to hear such a good show at the entrance.

Francis catch up with Ivory. "Ivory, if you had reached out to me sooner, maybe this could have been avoided."

Ivory glanced at Francis. "I appreciate your concern, but I prefer to handle my own affairs."

Hearing Ivory's indifferent response, Francis didn't let it bother him. He quickened his pace and intercepted her, admiring her beautiful face.

"Hey, there's a party happening tonight, and I think you should come with me."

"Thanks, Francis, but I think I'll pass," she replied, her voice tinged with weariness.

Undeterred by Ivory's initial refusal, Francis persisted. "Come on, Ivory, it'll be fun! ” “Olivia will be there too," he added, hoping to entice her with the prospect of seeing her friend.

Just as Ivory was about to decline once more, Francis's phone rang, interrupting their conversation. With an apologetic smile, Francis excused himself momentarily to answer the call, leaving Ivory to wait.

“Osgar, what's up?”

“I'm still outside,don't leave! Just wait for me at the party, I'll be there in a moment.”

Francis sighed, put his phone in his pocket, and looked at Ivory.

“So,Ivory --”

“Let's go,” Ivory interrupted him“ To your party.”