The Alpha's Temptation

first encounter

The next day, I headed to work as usual, my bag swinging at my side and my mind already juggling tasks for the day. The café was busier than usual, and the moment I stepped in, the manager called me over.

“Glitter, we need to talk,” he said, frowning. “. There’s a problem …”

I frowned, already guessing what was coming. “What happened?” I asked.

“I hear from the neighbors around that Mr Derrick Evans is with his security to chase us all out to ."

My heart sank. Derrick Evans—business tycoon, feared and respected by everyone—was responsible. His name alone made people shift uncomfortably when it came up in conversation.

“I’ve submitted a paper asking for three months,” I manage to say, as i rubbed my forehead. “Just enough time to look for another location.

he nodded, trying to hide his nervousness. Of course, life had a way of throwing obstacles right when you were barely holding everything together.

We went about our usual day-to-day activities, taking orders and serving customers, but there was a tension in the air now—an unspoken pressure from the knowledge that Derrick Evans’ was coming to chase us out as we where serving customer I noticed Several black cars rolled in, their engines humming like a warning.”---

Then, a group of men in black suits stepped out of the car. They moved with precision, starting to demolish parts of the old shop next door. Chaos erupted immediately. Customers screamed, employees shouted, and we all rushed outside, trying to stop the destruction.

One of the men barked at us, his tone sharp and final. “Mr. Derrick Evans has already given sufficient compensation. You need to vacate immediately.”

My blood boiled. I stepped forward, planting my feet firmly in front of the building. “No!” I shouted. “They have to give us three months! Just because they paid a lot for compensation doesn’t mean they have the right to throw us out immediately!”

The commotion grew louder. The men hesitated for a split second, clearly not expecting anyone to stand up to them. I could feel my heart pounding, the weight of responsibility pressing down on me.

And then… I saw him.

Even amidst the chaos, his presence demanded attention.

He was leaning against the sleek black car, tall, impeccably dressed, and impossibly composed. Derrick Evans. His dark eyes scanned the scene, calm and commanding, as if the chaos around him didn’t exist. My heart didn’t skip a beat—not because I was fearless, but because I had faced far too much hardship in my life to be intimidated by a man, no matter how powerful.

Something in him… in the way he moved, the way the air seemed to bend around him… told me immediately he wasn’t human. My instincts screamed it, and I knew. he wasn't human

“Mr Evans,” I addressed him boldly, my voice steady even as the men in black suits flinched.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my audacity, but he didn’t move. He didn’t need to. His presence alone was enough to make people hesitate.

I squared my shoulders and pointed toward the half-destroyed shop. “You were supposed to give us three months’ notice! Compensation alone does not constitute lawful eviction. Under the Landlord-Tenant Act, we are entitled to reasonable notice before displacement. The principle of equitable relief exists to prevent exactly this kind of abrupt hardship. You cannot override the law with money, and I will not allow it.”

The men in suits exchanged uneasy glances. Even Derrick didn’t hide the flicker of intrigue that passed over his face.

“I’ve faced more hardship than you could imagine,” I continued, my voice rising slightly over the noise. “I am the law in this moment—I represent my business, my livelihood, and my family. You cannot intimidate me into leaving before our legal rights are fulfilled.”

Derrick’s gaze sharpened, and for a moment, the world felt like it had narrowed to just the two of us. He didn’t speak immediately. He simply observed, and in that silence, I knew he recognized my courage.

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t step back. I wouldn’t.

This wasn’t just about the shop. This was about showing him, even in with his strong aura, that I was unbreakable.The argument spiraled quickly. Words flew from my mouth faster than I could control—legal terms, claims of rights, accusations of arrogance and recklessness. I didn’t even remember half of what I said; anger had taken over, sharpening my voice and making my hands clench.

“You can’t just bulldoze everything and expect us to bow down!” I shouted, my chest heaving. “We have rights! Three months’ notice is the law! You can’t override that with money!”

The men in black suits flinched, some muttering nervously to each other. He stood silently, his dark eyes boring into mine, calm but unreadable.

Then, without a word, he turned. Smooth, deliberate, and utterly unshaken, Derrick Evans walked back to his sleek car. He didn’t even glance at me as he climbed in. The engine roared to life, and in an instant, he was gone—leaving a trail of authority, power, and an almost tangible tension behind him.

Everyone around me froze. Then slowly, whispers began to rise. Some stared openly, some exchanged wide-eyed glances. I could feel their judgment, their disbelief, their awe.

I stood there, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, realizing how alone I was in that defiance. They were all staring, sizing me up—some impressed, some worried, some plainly irritated by my audacity.

The moment Derrick’s car disappeared down the road, the tension snapped. Everyone suddenly started talking at once, like they’d been holding their breath the whole time.

My manager rushed to my side first, eyes wide and face pale.

“Glitter—what were you thinking?!” he whispered harshly. “That was Derrick Evans! You don’t argue with a man like that. He could shut us down completely!”

I folded my arms, still breathing heavily. “He already tried. Someone had to say something.”

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “You’re brave… but reckless. Still”—he paused—“thank you. None of us had the guts to stand up to him.”

Before I could respond, Ethan practically ran toward me, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

“Glitter, that was insane!” he said, eyes sparkling like he just watched an action movie. “I mean—hot, but insane. I swear, watching you argue with that Alpha? Damn.” He placed a hand over his chest dramatically. “I think I fell for you all over again.”

I rolled my eyes. “Ethan, please. Not now.”

“But I’m serious! Do you know how many people would faint just looking at him? And you—” He grabbed my hands and shook them playfully. “You yelled at him like he was a stubborn customer asking for free sugar!”

I couldn’t help a small chuckle.

Then Monica appeared.

Her arms crossed, her face twisted with annoyance, jealousy practically dripping from her glare.

“So, congratulations,” she said sharply. “Glitter the brave hero. Glitter the special one. Glitter the fearless girl who talks back to powerful men.”

I blinked. “Monica, seriously—”

“No,” she snapped. “Don’t pretend. You love the attention. You always do.”

Ethan stepped forward. “Monica, stop. She was standing up for all of us.”

“Oh please,” Monica scoffed. “You don’t argue with Derrick Evans unless you want trouble. And honestly? I hope he puts you in your place.”

Her eyes flicked me up and down, filled with something ugly. “Let’s see how brave you are when he comes back for revenge.”

My stomach tightened, but I refused to show fear.

I lifted my chin. “If he comes back, I’ll say the same thing again. I wasn’t wrong.”

The manager sighed again. “Alright, everyone… let’s get back inside. We don’t know what happens next, but we’ll handle it. Together.”

We walked back in, and although the customers had calmed down, the mood was different.

People kept staring at me—some with admiration, some with worry, some with the kind of respect I had never received before.

Monica backed into her corner, glaring.

Ethan stayed way too close, smiling at me like I was a superhero.

And my manager kept muttering, “Oh God, Glitter… what have you done?”

But deep down, beneath the fear and adrenaline…

I felt proud.

I had stood up to Mr Derrick Evans.

And something told me this wasn’t the last time our paths were going to cross.

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