Becoming the Alpha's Pawn

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ll staring at me, a look of amusement on his face. When the door closes behind the last person, I

emotions. I take a step closer, my fists cl

to clarify what you are

nly, taking bold strides towards me till he's standing in front of me. Our bodies are only a few inches apart and as

is head at me. "To be clear....i wasn't asking. A

r. Look....". I'm getting desperate now. My throat tightens at the thought of being here, living with him here, in this strange land with these strange people who obviously despise me. I can't live that kind o

s breath on my face. He leans in, bringing his head down and for one second, I think he's going to kiss me. But he doesn't. He only brings his lips to my ears. His breath

k and my spine jerks in reflex, amazed by the delightful sensation of it all. How can someone like him make me feel like this....I think to myself. And yet, I keep standing there in his arms. His tongue traces

ate that I acknowledge how sexy he does it. "Everyone will know you are a tak

is sore and should definitely be red. "

him in answer. He chuckles and runs his hand through his hair, his eyes

what he could possibly be talking about. Nothing comes to me. There's

ay. He halts abruptly when he sees us and I suddenly realize what we must look like right now, our bodies in such close proximity. I quickly tak

ching out to pluck it out of his hands. Taking out the single paper inside, I read

s prickle my eyes sharply. It's too late, there's nothing I can do now. I eject a claw and pierce my thumb, and a bright, bubble of red wells up automatically. My hand trembles visibly a

wn and yanks the piece of paper out of my hand, putting it bac

going to have a lifetime of fun together....wife. Don't be late". And that's all he says before turning around and leaving the room, the oth