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.”

two men, dressed in black fitted suits come marching towards

sway, planting my hands on

wants

to-marriage–I mean marry

me?”

wants to marry you. “The one in front with

a better view but end up

shake my head a few times to grasp my hold

waiting for you.” They

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

butt, pain shooting throughout my tailbone. I wince, closing my eyes. Now, it will hurt for

only ever shifted three times in 1 year. Mom says she was like this

what Alpha Alexander will do to you people if he gets

man commands the

adjusts just enough to let me see the

Ayla. Tell them you don’t want

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

touch my waist. Instantly, my mind goes on

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

Ex

to marry you, Ms. Alvarez. Our

to seal this deal.”

me that I am not doing

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

up a flight of stairs. Hazel continues to shout in the background, telling me to do something

why would I do

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

air inside the red-themed room is cold. And

shiver, wrapping my arms around

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

A man.

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Danger.

my arms, reaching for the back of my palms. Electricity runs down the path of