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.”

dressed in black fitted suits come marching towards

sway, planting my hands on my

wants

to-marriage–I mean marry

me?”

one

eyes to get a better view but end

straight anymore. I want to sit down and shake my head a few times to grasp my hold on

is waiting for you.”

Hazel’s screechy voice makes me flinch and fall

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

ever shifted three times in 1 year. Mom says she was like this in the start, but she got a rare white

do to you people if he gets to know you tried to

her. “One man

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

Ayla. Tell them you don’t want to

blurry again. I can’t see anything clearly. People’s faces are zooming in and out as I find myself so close to

hands touch my waist. Instantly, my

– -Where— “I mumble, getting

Ex

Our Boss

seal

tells me that I am not

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

up a flight of stairs. Hazel continues to shout in the background, telling me to

would

side as I am pushed inside some space.

cold. And the presence

wrapping my arms around

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

A man.

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Danger.

for the back of my palms.