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

my hands on my hips.

wants

to-marriage–I mean marry

me?”

to marry you. “The one in

I squint my eyes to get a better view but end

to sit down and shake my head

for you.” They

doing?” Hazel’s

throughout my tailbone. I wince, closing my eyes.

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

what Alpha Alexander will do to you people if he gets to know you tried to take his drunk daughter. “Hazel is rambling

her. “One man

blurry vision adjusts just

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

my drowsy head and try to find her but everything is blurry again. I can’t see anything clearly. People’s faces are zooming in and out

Instantly, my mind goes on high alert but my limbs are

mumble, getting

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marry you, Ms. Alvarez. Our Boss has accepted

to him to seal this deal.”

that I am not doing

is bigger. The need for a single breath of freedom

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

would I do

as I am pushed inside some space.

air inside the red-themed room is cold. And

shiver, wrapping my arms around myself. ” M—Marry—Do

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

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 my mind