Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

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Surprise Encounter

Hayley's POV:

Nocturne didn't believe me-he just turned and bolted.

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I stared at the lingering cloud of smoke curling up from the bomb he'd dropped, then let out a long, helpless sigh.

Seriously? Is that really necessary? Isn't he being dramatic?

I mean, I do look like a harmless little Omega girl. Even if I had tricked him, did he really need to throw down a smoke bomb just to escape me?

Once more, I sighed again, more exasperated than anything, then calmly shut the door. After that, I walked over, crouched down, and picked up the still-warm canister from the floor.

In the kitchen, I grabbed a decent-sized knife and, in no time at all, had the thing taken apart into a scattered pile of components.

At last, the smoke stopped.

Pulling out my phone, I messaged Dominic. "What's wrong with this Nocturne guy? Is he always this dumb?"

They say he was the most elite werewolf after Thomas, but if this is how he operates-impulsive and panicky-then it's only a matter of time before he gets himself into real trouble.

Originally, I had planned to squeeze some info out of him-especially about Tom and his wife. But now, it looked like that would have to wait.

gears and

at it until eight o'clock, when my stomach finally growled loud enough to remind me I hadn't eaten all day. I put those documents aside and went out to grab a

as a kid, but I've never had much patience

left the hotel and headed straight

walked. I was just

was clearly flustered, repeating over and over, "I'm sorry, I don't understand. Is this enough?" while desperately

the money and tried to explain something in broken

my tracks. Once I got a clear look at the werewolf's face, I smiled

gently stepping between them. "She's saying she doesn't want your money. She's

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misunderstood. Her face turned red with embarrassment. "Oh no, I can't do that," she stammered, turning back

were back to politely shoving money at each

to the little cart and picked up a from a small stack. I held it out to the

I said. "Her son's missing. She knows you're not from around here and hopes you'll take these flyers with you, spread them, and help

flyer

let go of the werewolf's hand and smiled so widely it crinkled her whole

end, the two of us each ordered a crepe, and we promised to take more flyers with us to help

overjoyed, practically glowing as she prepared the

the vendor, I noticed the werewolf woman discreetly tucking a few 100-dollar bills under the edge

a secret-but not quietly

together, and as we walked, I teased her

and pointed at the thick stack of flyers in my hand. "And you're not? That