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.

+8 Pearls

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.

was cut short, I switched gears and started going through

when my stomach finally growled loud enough to remind me I hadn't eaten all day. I put those documents aside and

a kid, but I've never had much patience for fancy meals with delicate plating. I've always

I left the hotel and headed straight for

the way I came, chewing as I walked. I was just about to order a crepe at the end of the street when I saw something up ahead-a local woman

repeating over and over, "I'm sorry, I don't

money and tried to explain something in broken local

a clear look at the werewolf's face, I smiled

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

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I can't do that," she stammered, turning back to the vendor. "You run a small

back to

their back-and-forth, rubbing my temple, then reached over to the little cart and picked up a from a small

"Her son's missing. She knows you're not from around here and hopes you'll take these flyers with

flyer

her. She let go of the werewolf's hand and smiled so widely it

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

vendor was overjoyed, practically glowing as she

I chatted with the vendor, I noticed the werewolf woman discreetly tucking a few

almost like a secret-but not

the street together, and as we walked, I teased her lightly. "You're pretty generous,

stack of flyers in my