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.”

men, dressed in black

planting my hands on my

wants

to-marriage–I mean marry

me?”

Boss wants to marry you. “The one

my eyes to get a better view

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

waiting for

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

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

three times in 1 year. Mom says she was like this in the

you people if

“One man commands the

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

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

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

my waist. Instantly, my

getting dragged towards

Ex

to marry you, Ms. Alvarez. Our Boss has

seal this

me that I am not doing

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

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

why would I

side as I am pushed inside some space. I hear a door click shut, and try to

room is cold. And the presence behind me is

arms around myself. ” M—Marry—Do you

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

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 my mind