Fated To Alpha Garrett

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front of a mirror, gazing at my reflection. My damp hair touched down my back

that fateful night. I couldn't deny the fact that I was f

was the fated mate of my sister, Isabella. It was wrong of me to even entertain th

harmless heart would tremble by his sight? At this point, I didn't want to tell myself to be careful because there was no need for it.

air of jeans and a t-shirt before making my way dow

right and their daughter, Isabella, on his left. The chamber was filled with p

, his voice echoing through the grand hall. "But we have no choice but to do as Garre

de forward. The tension in the room grew as one of the men explained their presence, declari

m her seat, her loud voice cutting through the heavy air of the chamber. "Lyss

stroyed them," Isabella revealed, her voice carrying to every corner of the hall. With a com

the outfit destroyed. The implication weighed heavily on everyone's minds, a refusal to Garrett's claim could lead to severe co

her hand, words were far from my mouth. I didn't know what to sa

sa." His voice echoed through the grand hall as I answ

." He stated firmly, his words hanging in the air. I felt a lump form in my th

nding from his throne. As he walked away, eve

wards the awaiting car. I cast a last glance at Isabella, my sister, who was now standing in a corner, her tear-

r pulled

w dropped at the sight. The scale of

't quite cap

a mere hous

oundings. The garden that sprawled across the capacious front yard was not an explosion of colours; rather, it exudes a subdu

hat everythi

window to t

a magnificen

th would th

bell, I held my breath

r creaked open and an old woman

a s

. Are you Miss Lyss

dd

ow me" she t

I stepped

uck. I nev

erior would

to stretch for miles. The hallway boasted sizable, beautifully crafte

d through,

ing rooms th

where peo

built in the 1700's or possibly even earlier then. The hallway open

ce was b

estige and t

as still in

te its age,

as. I couldn't even imagine

here, Miss.

you're here.

sofa and I

s still loo

eat cur

es passed a

noise com

d trousers and a simple black shirt. His dark hair was tousled and h

aced wildly

or dressing so special but he was

lieve him if he told me he w

closer, I quickly

fated to my sister and not me. Everyone might be afraid o

he took a seat without saying a word to m