You're Breathtaking

Alpha's POV

I didn't understand what Lucas meant by a "makeover," but before I knew it, I was sitting in a brightly lit salon that seemed to have come straight out of a dream. The helicopter ride to San Francisco had been surreal enough, but this? A private salon, styled with sleek furniture and walls of mirrors, was definitely not my usual setting.

"Eric! My Darling, come look at this masterpiece," Lucas called out, clapping his hands like he'd found a priceless artifact.

A tall, impeccably dressed man emerged from behind a velvet curtain. His fitted blazer and scarf screamed "fashion icon," and his perfectly groomed beard made me feel even scruffier by comparison. This must be Eric, Lucas's boyfriend.

Eric walked around me in slow, deliberate steps, inspecting me like I was a blank canvas. "Oh, Lucas," he said in a smooth, melodic voice. "This man is perfection. He's like…a Greek statue that just needs a little polishing."

Lucas grinned and winked at Daniella. "See? Told you. I bring you nothing but the best."

Daniella, who had been leaning against a counter, arms crossed, smirked but said nothing. Her gaze was locked on me, and I couldn't tell if she was nervous, excited, or just amused by the whole spectacle.

Eric clapped his hands. " Okay, let's get started! Hair first. This wild, untamed thing you've got going on? It's giving wilderness chic.

Let's turn it into leading man smolder."

I frowned. "I'm not sure about this."

Daniella stepped closer, her soft voice cutting through my hesitation. " Trust me, Alpha. You'll look amazing."

How could I argue with her when she looked at me like that?

Two hours later, the transformation was complete.

Eric spun the chair around, and for a moment, I didn't recognize the man in the mirror. My hair was neatly trimmed, the unruly waves tamed into a stylish cut that framed my face. My scruff had been shaped into a perfect jawline, accentuating my features.

Lucas and Eric had picked out a fitted navy suit with a crisp white shirt that hugged my frame like it was made for me. The polished shoes and subtle pocket square completed the look.

"Well?" Lucas asked, leaning dramatically against Daniella. "Is this not the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on?"

Daniella didn't answer right away. She just stared, her cheeks flushed a soft pink. Then she stepped forward, her gaze fixed on mine.

"You clean up…really well," she said softly, her voice almost breathless.

Her reaction made the discomfort of the past few hours worth it. "You think so?" I asked, standing up and adjusting the cuffs of my jacket.

She nodded, her lips curling into a small smile. "Yeah. You look… incredible."

Lucas sighed loudly. "Oh, for heaven's sake, Daniella, just admit he's the hottest man in the room. Look at him! Even Eric is swooning."

Eric playfully swatted Lucas. "I am not swooning. I am appreciating the masterpiece I've created."

 Daniella ignored their banter, stepping even closer to me. Her fingers brushed the lapel of my suit, and I felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the salon lights.

 "You're not just handsome, Alpha," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You're… breathtaking."

Daniella's POV

 I couldn't take my eyes off him. When we first met, he had this rugged, wild charm that was magnetic in its own way. But now? Now he looked like he'd walked out of the pages of a high-end magazine. The sharp cut of his suit, the perfectly styled hair—it all amplified the raw, powerful energy he exuded.

 But what really caught me was the way he still looked at me, as if none of this mattered to him. As if the suit, the haircut, and the polished shoes were just decoration. He was still Alpha—kind, sincere, and impossibly captivating.

 Lucas interrupted my thoughts. " Okay, Daniella, your turn. We can't have you looking anything less than stunning next to Mr. Perfect here."

 "I'm fine," I protested, though my reflection showed I was far from it. My hair was messy from the helicopter ride, and my sweater and jeans were practical but unimpressive.

 Eric gasped theatrically. " Absolutely not! If we're going to make an entrance, both of you need to look like you own the world."

An hour later, I hardly recognized myself.

 Eric had worked his magic on me too, styling my hair into loose waves that framed my face. My makeup was subtle but flawless, emphasizing my eyes and lips. The dress Lucas had picked—a deep emerald green gown that shimmered with every step—fit like a dream. It hugged my figure in all the right places, with a high slit that added just the right touch of drama.

 When I stepped out, Alpha's reaction made my breath catch. His emerald eyes widened, his mouth parting slightly.

 "You…" he started, but then trailed off, shaking his head as if he couldn't find the words.

 Lucas, of course, had no such problem. "Daniella, you are a vision. If Brandon doesn't grovel at your feet after seeing you, then the man is even dumber than I thought."

 Alpha stepped closer to me, his hand reaching out to take mine. "You look… perfect," he said softly, his voice filled with something that made my heart race.

 "So do you," I replied, my voice trembling slightly.

 As we left the salon, hand in hand, Lucas whispered loudly to Eric, "Oh, they're so in love. It's adorable."

 Eric chuckled. "Almost as adorable as you and me, darling."

"Please," Lucas said with a wink. "No one's as adorable as us."

I couldn't help but laugh, the sound blending with the city noise as we headed toward the waiting car. For the first time in a long time, I felt a surge of confidence, of excitement.

 This wasn't just a makeover. It was a new beginning - for both of us.