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

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

wants

to-marriage–I mean marry

me?”

wants to marry you. “The one in front

a better view but end

shake

waiting for

do you think you are doing?” Hazel’s screechy

my tailbone. I wince, closing my eyes.

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

will do to you people if he gets to know you tried

man commands

and open my eyes: My blurry vision adjusts just enough

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

hands touch my waist. Instantly, my mind goes on high alert but my

getting dragged towards

Ex

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

to seal this deal.” The man

that I am

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

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

why would I

as I am pushed inside some space.

room is cold. And

arms around myself. ” M—Marry—Do

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

A man.

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Danger.

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