Lead By Kylie Scott Romane & Geschichten

The guard's voice drifted into my ears making me remove my hands from my eyes to see who he was talking to. "Huh?" I froze seeing the figure in my front, it was Alpha Kyle, the last person I had expected to be here. Was he here to make things hard for me again? I just couldn't understand what was going on and could only stare blankly. "What do you think you are doing?" Alpha Kyle growled as he stared at me. "Kneel!" Immediately, I felt an invisible pressure pressing down on me forcing me to my knees. Even though he was staring directly at me, I didn't dare to look straight into his eyes. I knew I might be whipped again if I did that. So to prevent such from happening, I had to avoid looking

Scott said and chuckled. "C'mon, Greg,Gregy. I told you to take another room." Kylie said and chuckled. "I'm here already,so let's do this" Scott shouted like someone who won the championship. "Wait,do.." Kylie was stopped by Scott has he mounted her and sealed her lips with his

Kye has also been here twice. "Alright guys, Kye will lead the way, everyone else will stay in the middle and I will be at the end. Okay? We're going to make a short stop over to buy some snacks and then continue with the journey. Let the convoy begin its journey," Scott announces and Kye starts his car. "Let's get going guys," Roxy yells and the rest of the cars follow behind closely. "I'm glad to be doing this with you, babe," I say and Scott smirks as he puts on his dark sunglasses and starts the engine and we leave.

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

"Scarlett." ******

So he left without Kylie? It's clear to me that Kylie and the unknown woman are having an argument, but I just watch, I don't say anything, I greet my lawyer and Scott, my CFO and then I take my seat at the head of the table and continue to watch as Kylie and the unknown woman argue and also Liam doing his best but failing to diffuse the situation.

“We can’t let that happen. We need to divide our forces and secure each of these locations. We don’t have much time.” Kylie stepped forward, her voice steady and commanding. “We’ll lead the teams ourselves. I’ll take the power grid, Lysander will handle the water supply, and Dorian, you’ll oversee the communications hub. Kim, you’ll coordinate from here and keep us updated in real-time.” The teams moved out swiftly, each group determined to prevent the attack. Lysander and Kylie shared a brief but intense look before heading to their respective assignments. They knew the risks were high, but failure was not an option.

When my assistant, Celeste Trevelyan, messaged me, I was crouched by the construction site, studying the blueprints. 'Ms. Cladwell, the tender results are out. Jenna got the Cirrus Project. Mr. Cladwell personally went on stage to back her, and Mr. Grant was there too. She stole the spotlight completely. Mr. Cladwell even said Jenna is the backbone of Cladwell Co.'s future.' I gave a quiet hum, not even lifting my head. It was exactly what I expected. 'Also…' Celeste hesitated for a moment. 'The company group chat has exploded.'

he reassured them. None of them looked convinced, but they wouldn't push it because he was the alpha. At least Dallas and Jagger wouldn't. Francesca, on the other hand, had no problem speaking her mind when she felt strongly about something. That's what made her a great Second. Ray knew that if he didn't tell them about Leah now, Francesca would drag it out of him sooner or later. She looked at Ray with a frown and a raised eyebrow, silently telling him that he was full of shit.

His claws dig out and scrape the inner layer of my head in an attempt to come out. Dakota, control! I warn him. I ignore the smell, reporters, and comments from females, and hastily reach the stage. By then Dakota starts to jump and scratch in my head unruly. I try to block him, as he wants to take control of us. And we both know, when he takes control, we always end up tasting blood. "Good morning people of Damison Group." Anger is clearly visible in my voice, it is more like a warning for Dakota to not mess this up. My hold on the podium gets tighter as I try hard not to focus on the smell.