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Chapter 1 — The Wrong Number
~Jade’s POV~
"Jade, I need you to listen to carefully."
Ms. Rowan stopped just inside the gym doors, her phone still clutched in her hand. Her usually neat ponytail had loosened, strands of hair slipping free as she exhaled sharply. I’d never seen her like this—tense, distracted, like she was already halfway sowhere else.
"I know this is short notice," she continued, lowering her voice, "but sothing ca up."
I nodded, tightening my grip on my bag as we moved in. I did not want to pry, but judging from how her keys jiggled in her hands every two seconds, I knew the situation was serious.
"Is everything okay?"
She hesitated, then shook her head. "Not really. My boyfriend just got into the city this morning to celebrate the festivals with , and now he’s in the hospital. An accident. I can’t stay."
That explained the rush.
"The new trainer and lecturers will arrive soon, probably after the New Year’s," she said, already moving toward the weight racks. "The equipnt shipnt isn’t fully arranged yet. I don’t have ti to wait for the rest to be logged or set up. He needs surgery, and they need to sign."
I nodded almost imdiately. I couldn’t imagine being in her shoes. Ms. Rowan handed a clipboard as we walked. "I need you to help , please."
We moved deeper into the gym, the scent of rubber mats and tal filling the air. The place felt larger than usual, filled with rows of machines and training weapons mounted along the far wall.
"I want clear pictures of everything here and the other equipnt when it arrives," she said, gesturing around. "Weights, machines, combat gear. Take inventory, too. Serial numbers, if you can find them. The new trainers need to know exactly what they’re working with."
I flipped through the checklist, my heart thudding. "When should I send it?"
"Ten tonight," she said firmly. I blinked, but before I could ask why, she continued, "Not earlier or later. The Alphas are peculiar and have a mountain of work. They’ll be free then."
She stopped walking and turned to face fully, her expression hardening. "I’m giving you one of the trainer’s numbers because they haven’t officially resud yet. This is strictly professional, Jade."
"I understand Ms. Rowan."
Her gaze sharpened. "I an it. No jokes or personal ssages. Nothing unnecessary. You send the pictures, the inventory, and that’s it. He’ll be expecting them."
"Yes, ma’am."
She studied for a second longer, then nodded. "Good. Once you’re done here, you’re free to go."
I spent the next two hours waiting for the other equipnt while working my way through the gym, snapping photos, counting equipnt, and double-checking the list. By the ti they brought the remaining machines, it was already 6:33 p.m.
Apparently, their vehicle had broken down in traffic. I thanked them and finished docunting everything until my arms ached.
Outside, the campus was alive with New Year’s decorations. Lights glowed between buildings and music drifted from the main hall. I was too tired to care. I wasn’t going to the party.
By the ti I got ho, the house was unusually quiet. My mum was away on a "business trip," though I knew she was actually on vacation with her new fla. I finished my chores, showered, and ate the dinner Mum had left for . I set an alarm for 9:59 p.m. and climbed into bed, snuggling my white teddy bear.
My phone buzzed just as I pulled the covers up. It was a ssage from Troy.
Troy: Where are you? I miss you already. Wish you’d co to the party.
Another ssage followed imdiately.
Troy: And... what about my New Year’s gift? You promised sothing, didn’t you?
My chest tightened. He had asked earlier at school—half-teasing, half-serious—for nude pictures. I’d laughed it off then, thinking he didn’t an it, but now in the darkness of my room, the expectation made my stomach knot.
Troy: Don’t tell you forgot. Or worse, don’t tell you’re backing out now.
I gulped. Troy had been my boyfriend since the sumr before senior year. As the school’s star jock, he was impossible to ignore. When he finally noticed during the sumr tutoring I’d volunteered for, it felt unreal.
We studied together regularly. He was handso—dirty blond hair, blue eyes, piercings—and when he smiled at , I was a goner.
Two weeks in, we began lingering after our sessions, staying longer than necessary. One evening, he kissed , admitted he liked , and from then on, we beca a couple.
We kept things low profile at school. He didn’t like public displays of affection, and neither did I; his popularity would have put in a spotlight I wasn’t ready for.
I glanced at my phone screen to see another ssage.
Troy: You know I’ve been patient with you, right? I just want sothing that’s mine.
It was true. We hadn’t had sex, but we had done almost everything else. Because of that closeness, it was hard to say no. I told myself it wasn’t a big deal, that other couples did this, just to ease my nerves.
Reluctantly, I agreed.
I changed into the open-crotch lingerie he’d bought a week ago and avoided looking at my reflection for too long. It was revealing thanks to its lace material.
My hands shook as I recorded a short clip and took a few photos I hoped were sexy without opening my legs, painfully aware of how awkward and unsure I felt. It didn’t feel like enough, considering Troy had explicitly said he wanted to see please myself.
Swallowing, I proceeded to my bed and set my phone just right to capture the mont.
"Deep breaths, Jade. You’ve got this, you’re sexy."
Even saying that did not ease my nerves.
So, I shut my eyes, letting my mind wander to all the tis he touched , and slowly mirrored his movents.
My fingers circled around my clit slowly, as my breathing gradually slipped out of rhythm. After a few minutes of repeating the sa action, I let my hand wander lower, following the need and warmth that had been building up, and slowly eased my finger into my now-wet hole.
My eyes fluttered shut, and my body responded, shuddering a little as I began thrusting in and out. It wasn’t as breathtaking as Troy’s, but it was still making wet.
I opened my eyes a little, watching my fingers dip in and out of my body. My face burned with embarrassnt. Without thinking, I reached for my phone and ended the recording.
That was when my alarm rang.
The sharp sound startled , snapping back to reality. I glanced at the top of my screen.
09:59 p.m.
The gym equipnt pictures.
My pulse jumped. I sat up quickly, wiping my palms on the sheets. I decided to send the files to Troy first to get it over with and delete them afterwards, before my mind talked out of this.
After that, I’ll send the trainer’s files.
I typed "Tr..." expecting Troy’s na to appear as usual, then tapped the first contact that appeared and hit send on the photos and the video.
I still had a minute before I had to ssage the trainer just to be on ti. I lay back, trying to calm my breathing.
My thoughts wouldn’t settle, though. I told myself I was overthinking. That I’d done this for Troy because I cared.
By the ti I checked my phone, nervous to see Troy’s reaction, and ask if it was to his liking, it was 10:05 p.m.
What the... My stomach dropped.
"Oh no," I whispered.
I was late for the trainer’s pictures. I quickly attached the gym inventory, forwarded them to the trainer’s chat with a polite apology, and exited.
I lay there staring at the ceiling while my heartbeat raced. Ten minutes passed, and there was no reply from Troy.
Annoyed, I opened his chat to ask if sothing was wrong, but to my horror, my... my videos and pictures weren’t there.
Instead, there was only a single impatient emoji.
Confused, I searched through the chat, scrolling again and again. Nothing. The files I sent were gone.
My breathing hitched as dread crawled up my spine. With shaking hands, I opened the other chat again. At first, I felt relieved to see that my pictures weren’t...
Then I scrolled and froze.
Every indecent picture. Every freaking video was registered there in the chat, stacked one after the other... unopened.
My phone slipped from my hand as fear slamd into . Tears blurred my vision as realisation hit.
I hadn’t sent it to my boyfriend. I’d... I’d sent it to one of the cruellest Alpha Triplets.
My eyes darted to my phone screen as I picked it up and noticed three dots appearing beneath his na.
My breath stilled. Then the dots vanished. Only to appear again, and this ti, longer.
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