I woke up in the Vale Hills Estate with the sun hitting the silver fur rugs, feeling more like a queen than I had in years. The Pacific Crown Gala had been a triumph for me, but for the Turner siblings, the moon was about to set on their era of lies.
Mia Turner had spent the night salivating, waiting for the Vale Media Group to descend like a pack of starving wolves upon my reputation. She assumed a powerhouse of that magnitude would shred any low-ranking model who dared "scheme" for a photo with the High Alpha. What she had forgotten was the nature of the man at the pinnacle.
Connor was no one’s pawn. He had stood for that photo knowing exactly what she would try to do. He had laid the trap, and Mia, blinded by her own venom, had sprinted right into the jaws of it. By dragging the Vale
