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.”

crowd parts, and two men, dressed in black fitted suits come marching towards

planting my hands on my hips. “Whi—Which one of

wants

to-marriage–I mean marry

me?”

Boss wants to marry you. “The one in front with

eyes to get a better view but end up only hurting my

stand straight anymore. I want to sit down and shake my

is waiting for

you think you are doing?” Hazel’s

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

says she was like this in the start, but she got a rare white wolf, like mine and it became fine

about taking advantage. You don’t know what Alpha Alexander will do to you people if he gets to know you tried to take his drunk daughter. “Hazel is rambling on

her. “One man

My blurry vision adjusts just enough

you don’t

again. I can’t see anything clearly. People’s faces

waist. Instantly, my mind goes on high alert

-Where— “I mumble, getting

Ex

Our Boss has accepted your

him to seal this

tells me that I am

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

continues to shout in the background, telling me to do something or to

why would I

I am pushed inside some space. I hear a door click

room is cold. And the presence behind

arms around myself. ” M—Marry—Do you

freeze. The roughness and size of his hands

A man.

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Danger.

my arms, reaching for the back of my palms. Electricity runs down the path of his fingers,