Hiding the Alpha’s Baby

c Chapter 87

AYLA

I don’t know what I am saying. But my words have caused a heavy silence among people.

My mind spins. I grin, pointing towards a tall, blurry guy in the crowd.

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Will you—marry me? “I stutter, stumbling over my feet again.

It will destroy Mom and Dad’s plans for me if I can just change the course of my life by getting married to a man they don’t get to choose. The thought keeps hammering my hazy mind.

But whoever I point to, just runs away.

Who would dare to marry—Ayla Alvarez?

My lips pucker out. “1—I am not that bad. I just- -can’t let

any- -any man-

The words feel heavy on my tongue. I can’t let any man touch me. It’s like my fight-or-flight response activates as soon as a man gets close to me. I am either, inclined to hurt them or run away.

I chose to do the latter with Henry. Whenever he got close, I made an excuse and ran away.

But he figured out I was only running from him. And he pressured me more into getting intimate.

It made me sick.

Why am I only realizing it now?

He made me sick when he told me he wanted me in his bed without caring if it was alright with me.

But Dad and Mom shouldn’t have pushed him away. They had no

right.

“So—Someone, just— “Marry me.

Marry me and end this misery. Let me be free for once.

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Ms. Alvarez.”

the blurry crowd parts, and two men, dressed

my hands on my hips. “Whi—Which one

wants

to-marriage–I mean marry

me?”

wants to marry you. “The one

my eyes to get a better view but

shake my head a few

for you.” They

you think you are doing?” Hazel’s screechy voice makes me

pain shooting throughout my tailbone. I wince, closing my eyes. Now, it will hurt

because I have only ever shifted three times in 1 year. Mom says she was

about taking advantage. You don’t know what Alpha Alexander will do to you people if he gets to

“One man commands the

my eyes: My blurry vision adjusts just enough to let me see the man who

the f**k up, Ayla. Tell them you don’t want to go with

her but everything is blurry again. I can’t see anything clearly. People’s faces are zooming in and out

his hands touch my waist. Instantly, my mind goes on

-Where— “I mumble, getting

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someone to marry you, Ms. Alvarez. Our Boss has

to him to seal

tells me that I am not doing

need for a single breath of freedom is profound. The desire to ruin my life

to shout in the

would I

inside some space. I hear a door click shut, and try to adjust

red-themed room is cold. And the presence behind me

wrapping my arms around myself. ” M—Marry—Do you want

my arms. The touch makes me freeze. The roughness and size of his hands prove

A man.

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Danger.

he runs his hands down my arms, reaching for the back of