Make Over

Alpha's POV

After sharing my heartfelt words with Daniella, I felt a deep connection forming between us. In just one week, I'd come to admire everything about her—her sharp wit, her sarcastic remarks, even the way she rolled her eyes at my cluelessness. She was unlike anyone I'd ever met—or at least anyone my lost memory could recall. She was extraordinary—brilliant, fiercely independent, and utterly captivating.

That's why I stopped us earlier. Daniella deserved more than a fleeting moment of passion with a man who didn't even know his own name. She deserved love, and I wanted to be worthy of giving it to her.

As her eyes glistened with emotion, I leaned in and kissed her again, savoring the connection that felt so real and pure. But before we could lose ourselves entirely in the moment, a loud sound from outside broke through the haze.

"What's that?" she asked breathlessly.

"Maybe the storm?" I guessed, unwilling to stop kissing her.

We were lost in each other again until the front door slammed open, followed by an earsplitting voice.

"Daniella? Oh, God… You're not alone?"

I froze, instinctively pulling on my sweater while reaching for Daniella's discarded one to cover her shoulders. Standing at the doorway was a man who radiated chaotic energy, with a grin so wide it seemed to light up the room.

"Is this your Christmas party all this time? Wow, Daniella, you really fooled me! All that talk about enjoying 'me time'—but it looks like you've been enjoying his time! And with someone who looks like he walked straight out of a Greek mythology calendar."

Daniella groaned. "Lucas! What are you doing here?"

Lucas plopped onto the chair across from us like he owned the place, ignoring her question.

"Before I answer, care to explain who this ridiculously good-looking guy is? Don't tell me he's the local beach sheriff because I refuse to believe sheriffs in the middle of nowhere look like this."

Daniella sighed, rubbing her temples. She motioned for me to sit beside her, and when I did, I took her hand, kissed it softly, and held it.

"Oh my God!" Lucas shrieked, clutching his chest in mock drama. " Where did you find this man? He's so sweet I'm getting cavities."

Daniella laughed, finally breaking the tension. " Alpha, meet Lucas—my secretary, PA, and the chattiest friend I've ever had. Lucas, this is Alpha."

Lucas raised a brow, tilting his head like a curious puppy. "Your boyfriend?"

I noticed Daniella hesitate, so I took the lead. "Soon-to-be boyfriend. Once I remember who I am." I offered Lucas a handshake, which he accepted enthusiastically.

"You lost your memory? How? When?" Lucas asked, his curiosity spilling over like an unstoppable wave.

Daniella interjected before I could respond. "If he could answer that, genius, he wouldn't have memory loss anymore."

Lucas burst into laughter, throwing his head back. "Fair point, boss. My bad."

Daniella shook her head. "Now, why are you here, barging in on my peaceful day ? And—oh my God—you used the company helicopter?!"

She jumped to her feet and peered out the window at the blinking lights of the helicopter parked on the beach.

Lucas grinned unapologetically. "Sure did. I had to. Your ex-future father-in-law had a heart attack during chrismas Eve . He's stable now, had surgery, and woke up this morning asking for you. Naturally, you didn't answer his calls—because, as usual, when you're here, you ignore your phone to dodge holiday texts from clients. So he called me."

Lucas continued with a dramatic flourish. "Picture this: I'm at home, cuddling with Eric—"

"Wait," I interrupted. "Eric?"

Lucas waved dismissively. "Yes, Eric. My boyfriend. Focus, sweetie."

Relief washed over me at his clarification, though I wasn't sure why.

"Anyway," Lucas went on, "Mr. Lawson demanded I fetch you. There's an important matter he needs to discuss with you. And guess what? Brandon will be there too. Meeting's at 6 PM. So, chop-chop!"

Daniella looked at me, concern flickering in her eyes. "Alpha, I might need to leave for a few hours. I'll come back tonight if I can."

"Don't worry about me," I assured her. "I'll be fine."

But Lucas waved a dramatic finger in the air. "Oh no, Daniella. Your Alpha must come with us."

"Why?" Daniella asked, frowning.

Lucas rolled his eyes. "To show that jerk Brandon and his leech Alana that you've moved on—with someone who's an upgrade in every conceivable way. Young, ripped, drop-dead gorgeous—shall I go on?"

Daniella hesitated. "Lucas, I don't need to parade Alpha around like some kind of trophy. And besides, he's not in the right condition, he's still recovering his memory. I won't let Brandon mock him or make him feel small."

Her words sent a surge of warmth through me.

Lucas scoffed. "Not if we give him a makeover first. Honestly, Daniella, look at him! With the right outfit and grooming, he'll make Brandon regret every life choice he's ever made."

"Makeover?" I asked, bewildered.

"Lucas, you're crazy. It's Christmas ! Where would we even find an open store or salon?" Daniella protested.

Lucas smirked. "Honey, when your boyfriend's a Vogue stylist, you don't need stores. Now, let's get moving! We have a helicopter to catch, a makeover to execute, and an entrance to plan. Brandon won't know what hit him."

Before I knew it, Lucas grabbed both our hands, dragging us toward the door. Daniella laughed, shaking her head, while I silently questioned what exactly I'd just signed up for.

 As the helicopter lifted into the sky, the lights of the beach fading below us, one question echoed in my mind:

"What does he mean by makeover?"