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.

switched gears and

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

but I've never had much patience for fancy meals with delicate plating.

the hotel and headed straight for the

takeout boxes in my bag and a grilled sausage in hand, I strolled back the way I came, chewing as I walked. I was

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

woman refused to let go of the money and tried to explain something in broken local language. She looked frustrated and, honestly,

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

saying she doesn't want your money.

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Chapter 778 Surprise Encounter

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can't do that," she stammered, turning back to the

that, they were back to politely

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

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 help her find

flyer

she heard me explain it for her. She let go of

of us each ordered a crepe, and we promised to take more flyers with us to

overjoyed, practically glowing as she

werewolf woman discreetly tucking a few 100-dollar

a secret-but not

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

the thick stack of flyers in my hand.