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 come

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

wants

to-marriage–I mean marry

me?”

you. “The one

a better view but

sit down and shake my head a few times

waiting for

doing?” Hazel’s screechy voice makes me

I wince, closing my eyes. Now, it will hurt

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

Alpha Alexander will do to you people if he gets to know you

man

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

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

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 to

hands touch my waist. Instantly, my mind

getting dragged towards an

Ex

wanted someone to marry you, Ms. Alvarez. Our Boss has accepted

him to seal this

that I am not doing

freedom is profound. The desire to ruin my life runs deep in

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

would

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

room is cold. And the presence behind

shiver, wrapping my arms around

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

A man.

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Danger.

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