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.”

blurry crowd parts, and two men, dressed in black fitted suits

hands on my hips. “Whi—Which

wants

to-marriage–I mean marry

me?”

to marry you. “The one in front

get a better view but

and shake my head a few times to

for you.”

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

shooting throughout my tailbone. I wince,

slow because I have only ever shifted three times in 1 year. Mom says she was like this in the start, but she got a

do to you people if he gets to know you tried

man

vision adjusts just

Ayla. Tell them you don’t want

see anything clearly. People’s faces are zooming in and out as I

my mind

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

Ex

Ms. Alvarez. Our Boss has accepted your

to him to seal this deal.” The man

tells me that I

anger is bigger. The need for a single breath of freedom is profound.

continues to shout in the

why would I do

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

the red-themed room is cold. And the presence behind

around myself. ” M—Marry—Do

as cold hands touch my arms. The touch makes me freeze. The

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, shutting