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.”

and two men, dressed in black fitted

hands on my hips. “Whi—Which one of

wants

to-marriage–I mean marry

me?”

you. “The one in front with

my eyes to get a better view but end

and shake my head a few times to grasp my hold on

for

do you think you are doing?” Hazel’s screechy

my tailbone. I wince,

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

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 and

her. “One man

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

up, Ayla. Tell them you don’t want to go with

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

hands touch my waist. Instantly, my mind goes on high alert

-Where— “I mumble, getting

Ex

Our

you to him to seal this deal.” The

I am

for a single breath of freedom is profound. The desire to ruin my life runs deep in

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

why would I do

side by side as I am pushed inside some space. I hear a door click shut,

room is cold. And the

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

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

A man.

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Danger.

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