Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

Chapter 143 A Coincidence

Hayley’s POV:

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I took a steady breath and regained my calm before replying, “Oh? What a coincidence! Your friend must be a decent person

Benjamin smiled faintly. “She’s a great girl. Even though she’s an Omega, she never lets that hold her back. She’s excellent in both sports and academies, holding her own against Betas her age. And she’s as kind as she is capable.”

It took me by surprise to realize that the person he was describing was… me..

Even more surprising was the high regard he seemed to hold for me.

I laughed, trying to cover my awkwardness. “She does sound pretty amazing”

If I hadn’t been watching him closely, I might’ve thought he was saying all this to see how I’d react.

“Yeah, she is! Honestly, you’re pretty similar to her. When we first met, I almost thought you were her, he said, his gaze intense and unwavering.

I forced myself to glance away nonchalantly, though my heart was racing. Hera inside me was just as

thrilled.

Taking a moment to steady my emotions–and hers–I answered with a light tone, “If you weren’t Benjamin, I’d almost think you were trying out a new pick–up line.”

Benjamin’s POV:

taken aback. It was supposedly our first meeting, but something about

reacted to her–it reminded me so much of how he reacted to Hayley. stirring up

Carson is beautiful, but she doesn’t compare to you. I said, and as soon as the words

her plain

both share the last name Carson. Maybe someday, if the chance arises, I

the conversation in a new direction. “Uncle

and followed her along the winding path. After a few minutes, a loud pop pierced the silence, and a spark shot into the sky,

up, her eyes gleaming with

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in vibrant colors, dazzling against the night before fading back into

to me and said, “It’s getting

nodded. “Yeah,

she wished me goodnight and headed to her room, while a servant guided me to the

guest room.

to the time I’d spent with her. I found myself comparing her to Hayley, wondering why this girl felt so familiar. But the answer slipped just out of reach.

I decided to leave it alone. Maybe once I got back and did some digging into Hayley, these pieces would

Hayley’s POV:

had left early. A slight pang of disappointment flickered through

“Where’s Aunt Tara?”