Fated To Alpha Garrett

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my eyes, I realised it was Princess Isabella who had poured a pocket of water on me. Startled, I sat up, blinkin

I muttered, wiping the drop

hy are you still sleeping? It's 5:00 AM! You are sup

uggled to comprehend why she was treating me this way. It was as if her hate towards me intens

room immediately, insisting that she would come to inspect it later. Feeling the we

plexed me. Princess Isabella's room was an absolute mess. Her dresses were strewn all over the floor, as if they ha

nsiderable effort to bring this room back to order. I started by care

was well arranged and cleaned. Glancing at the clock on

phone in her hands. Beads of sweat ran down my face as I approached her. I explaine

ack, you're smelling," she said, waving her hand in front of her face

slightly. "My lady, there is a visitor here

shifted nervously on my feet, wondering who could be visiting the pr

ing. "I have been sent to deliver this dress to Alpha Garrett's mate." He

, her fingers tracing the fabric reverently. "I am the mate of

my lady," he said sincerely. "There is an address inside the box. Alpha Garret

u for delivering this mess

to leave. As the door closed be

m, you won't." She pushed me aside and with the gift

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ber. She needs the freshen up as soon as possible to

ith the jewellery and shoes. The outfit exuded luxury and she couldn't help but admire herself

ught of her rival looking as stunning as she did. The jealousy consumed her, twisting her heart

through it, imagining Lyssa wearing the same dress to meet her fated mate. The thought was unbear

shreds. Tears streamed down her face as she mutilated the beautiful garment, unable to

sabella collapsed to the floor. She knew she had let her emotions get t

llably, the pain wa