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 started going through Byrd Jewelry's performance data

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

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

and headed straight

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

sorry, I don't understand. Is this enough?" while

the money and tried to explain something in

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

she doesn't want your money. She's offering it to you

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Chapter 778 Surprise Encounter

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with embarrassment. "Oh no, I can't do that," she stammered, turning back to the vendor. "You run a small business-I

back to politely shoving

reached over to the little cart and picked up a from

not about the money," 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

flyer

vendor's face lit up when she heard me explain it for her. She let go of the werewolf's hand

crepe, and we promised

vendor was overjoyed, practically glowing as she prepared the

woman discreetly tucking a few 100-dollar bills under the

almost like a secret-but

walked, I teased her lightly.

of flyers in my hand. "And you're