Bride Of The Vengeful Alpha

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dan idling as I take in the sight of my birthplace. The weather worsens with dark clouds, the wind picks up. By now all Alphas would have sensed someone was about to enter their territory, somethi

river, confidante, and pseudo-bod

n my grey coat covering my charcoal-black desig

making my presence felt far and wide. “Give an

c. I step out with a black umbrella to shield me from the pelting rain. Through the large display window, I witness a slap, followed by a flurry of activity. Lily-girl leaves for a bit and comes back with a bag and exits the store. A bell jingles, and she stands under the pink awning rummaging through her bag, I wait patiently for her to lift her head and notice m

re's

diately and I know it's rec. I turn my head back to face Freya. She lifts her chin and stares at me hauntingly like she's daring me to do something about it. I register the shocked faces of the other attendants. Amongst the four girls, thr

I try to

re; just leave, you're upsetti

cient beef because she's an insecure hussy who has secretly hated th

way. I pack my things and head out without glancing at any of them. It's raining and I don't have

I jerk my head up and gaze across to the parking lot. A man is standing by a black car. He's tall and built in a grey overcoat. He's wearing black gloves which I find odd. His face is ob

ee his black hair is long way past his shoulders, tied back. Shorter strands fall graciously across his face and cover h

rings..

I paid you to finish the job, do

lick