Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth by Aurora Starling

“I don’t like the idea of you going in there by yourself, Alpha Hannah. Not after what that bastard from Darkmoon did to you.”

I frowned as I tugged my hood up, glancing out the car window at the seedy dive bar sitting on the corner. My guards had been especially on edge lately after my little incident with David in the parking garage, and for good reason; the night that had happened, I had told them that I’d be fine on my own, that they didn’t need to hang around while I went to pick up my car.

And I had been fine. Sort of.

“Just… wait here,” I said as I opened the car door. “If I walk in with a gaggle of guards, WhiteRabbit won’t talk to me. You know the drill.”

My head guard, a tall and muscular woman named Emily, growled in response but didn’t argue as I stepped out of the car.

Pulling the blue surgical mask over my nose and mouth to further conceal my identity, I took a deep breath and stepped into the bar. The stench of stale beer and cheap cigarettes assaulted my nose immediately even through the mask, making me wrinkle it in disgust. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim lighting, neon signs casting blue and purple hues across the room.

least. The kind of establishment where you would never expect

suspicions, I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. The bartender, a gruff man with a half–shaved head and arms covered in tattoos, grunted in response to my request for a rum and coke and walked away to make

over with their heads down and half–full bottles of liquor dangling from their fingers. I tried not to stare for too long, not wanting to look out

hoodie. As I watched, a phone screen briefly illuminated their

to the booth, my fingers brushing against the knife in my pocket as

keeping

and I found myself staring at a shockingly young girl. She couldn’t have been more than 18, with incredibly pale skin that almost seemed to glow in the dim light of the bar. Dark circles rimmed her large blue eyes, and pin–straight black hair framed her gaunt face. She was dressed in streetwear, various reflective straps catching the light, white hoodie that looked about four sizes too Harge, and oversized headphones hanging around her

her phone. I frowned, glancing down to see that she was

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