Blackmailing the Alpha

Lost and Found

Kiya’s POV

My phone buzzed loudly beside me, dragging me out of my sleep. I groaned and turned to the other side, burying my face into the pillow. The sound eventually stopped, and I was all set to drift back into sleep when a loud bang bang bang echoed through the room.

I squeezed my eyes shut tighter.

God, I hate mornings.

The banging continued, persistent and annoying. With a grunt, I dragged myself out of bed—well, at least I thought it was my bed. I staggered toward the door, half-asleep, my eyes barely open.

But as soon as I pulled it open, the banging sound didn’t stop.

“What the hell…?”

I blinked slowly and realized I was standing inside a bathroom.

My eyes snapped open.

This is not my bathroom.

For a second, panic washed over me. I rushed out of the bathroom and froze. This wasn’t my room either. The furniture, the walls, even the curtains—everything was unfamiliar.

Then it hit me.

We were at the RB company property.

Last thing I remembered was dozing off in the car. Ken must have carried me in and put me to bed. That… was strangely thoughtful of him. He was never the type who cared about my sleep.

The banging came again—this time from the actual door.

Grumbling, I stomped to it and flung it open.

Ken stood there, arms crossed, irritation written all over his face.

“How long were you planning to sleep your ass off?” he muttered.

He glanced at his watch dramatically. “Come down. We’re having breakfast. Everyone’s waiting.”

He scanned the room behind me, his eyes roaming curiously.

“Your room is nice,” he commented thoughtfully. “Get ready fast. After breakfast, Rita’s giving us a tour.”

And just like that, he turned and walked away.

The moment Rita’s name came out of his mouth, everything from yesterday rushed back into my head—the k********g, the wolves, the chaos.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I was honestly starving. Questions could wait; food couldn’t.

My bags were neatly placed in the corner of the room. I grabbed a fresh set of clothes and went inside the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, I was finally dressed and made my way downstairs.

The house was huge—like, movie rich huge.

Following the voices and clinking dishes, I entered a massive dining room where everyone was already seated and eating.

The moment Rita saw me, she instantly stood up and pulled me into a warm hug.

“Hi, Kiya! It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she said brightly. “Ken never stops talking about you. And thank you… Sam told me how you helped track my location yesterday.”

I smiled awkwardly. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”

“Sorry we weren’t introduced properly,” Sam said, stepping forward. “I’m Sam—Rita’s friend and not her kidnapper.” He chuckled. “And it’s okay about the pepper spray. You didn’t mean it.”

Yeah… about that.

“Kiya, come sit here,” Shelly called out, pointing at the empty chair beside her.

I walked over and froze internally.

The seat… was also beside Logan.

Perfect.

The one man my brain wanted to avoid, while my stupid heart seemed weirdly excited to be near.

“Thanks,” I murmured softly as I sat down.

The aroma of food instantly assaulted my senses—sausages, scrambled eggs, boiled eggs, toast, pancakes, fruits—everything you could possibly want for breakfast.

A maid served my plate, and without wasting a second, I began eating.

Let my stomach be full first.

Then I’ll demand answers.

Everyone was here.

And I had way too many questions.