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 in black fitted suits

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

wants

to-marriage–I mean marry

me?”

one

to get a better view but end up

can’t stand straight anymore. I want to sit down and shake my head a few times to grasp my hold on

is waiting for

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

tailbone. I wince, closing

she was like this in the start,

you people if he gets to know you tried to take his drunk daughter. “Hazel is rambling on and

“One man

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

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

head and try to find her but everything is blurry again. I can’t see anything

touch my waist. Instantly, my

– -Where— “I mumble, getting dragged towards an unknown

Ex

someone to marry you, Ms. Alvarez. Our

to seal this deal.”

tells me that I am not

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

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

would

space. I hear a door click

red-themed room is cold. And the presence behind

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

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

A man.

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Danger.

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