The Alphas Love Triangle

er's

up sc

les Wilson, who flies off me a

here I am, then the memo

. The dri

t creep

k, putting my han

yone h

I ho

ady think I'm strange. They don

ost every night t

with an inherent panic tha

g, my hands clen

ould be there, soot

e it's ju

of him and left t

ince the accident-that I

on't know wh

antique clock on

er hour befo

er the covers, just in case I run into

make my way to the bathroom. Wilson sits on the

ing for you?" I ask him. "

ro

ly, I don't

blue blouse and dark fitted jeans and pull my hair back in a low ponytai

oticeable, a

and I wonder how many peopl

at me as they

ear it on top of my alr

ake my way toward the reading noo

I take in the garden, illum

my

the stone path, but I hard

ending with the lush greenery. The gazebo is made of intricately

onder until tears of gr

s mine for t

can't wait to see h

ck at the men that stand at the front

ree

es and tingles

ph

ew to even notice them, but no

tes my chest. He's just as handsome as the blonde one from last night, with dark brown hair and a thick

smiling chestnut-haired Alpha dressed in a sweatshirt and dark jea

wav

, I close t

here is

o paws at the door, w

nd he dashes out onc

he hallway, and I follow him as

s of stairs, admiring the in

uld look exactly like this, righ

as I enter the living roo

d be phenomenal. They have an on-site cook in the morni

habits. He has to be there when I eat a mea

m

got m

oh shit

an I go wi

d I forg

bathroom. In my hurry, I only grabbed my

mn

e a pharmacy i

started yet, so that's

is a small price to pay if

rpe

The bewildered expression is gone from her face and, instead, her brown eyes are gentle

to apologize to you about last night." She takes anot

rlo

It's fine,

vation wasn't in our system and we rarely have visitors durin

er face and I relax in her pre

ng James." She makes an exaspe

me

blonde Al

ly, and Charlotte laughs. A matching gr

I've known him. Don't let

y head. "

she continues. "No one has stayed

et name James

where it

I ask. "It'

hat I've said wrong. But just as soon as it a

ks it. Can'

,

t be h

you need anything while you're here, please let me know. I can r

eminds

nearest pha

can drive there, or we can request a d

be honest with her. "I have chronic headaches. I

back, and she's looking at me lik

hift uncomfortably. "Yeah. I hit my head badly

r tone is low and mournful, with an overwh

ms my

t it's just headaches," I as

er lips but

for breakfast?" I ask a

her forehead, smiling. "So sorry. Of course.

g room, turn a corner,

g room is

arlotte adds as I gape at my surroundings. "Us

s above the massive dark wood dining table. The top of the table is engraved with an intricate brai

ing towards the white French windows, the wo

smile ghosting her lips. "By the owners. Everything that y

azed that a broody, crazed man c

inues. "James was here last night, and

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