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

sway, planting my hands on my hips.

wants

to-marriage–I mean marry

me?”

wants to marry you. “The one in

my eyes to get a better view but end up

down and shake my head a few times to grasp my hold

for you.” They

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

shooting throughout my tailbone. I wince, closing

she was like this in

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

“One man

blurry vision adjusts just enough

Tell them you don’t want to go with them.”

can’t see

his hands touch my waist. Instantly, my mind goes on

“I mumble, getting dragged towards an unknown

Ex

Our Boss has accepted your proposal. I am

seal this

tells me that I am not

for a single breath of freedom is

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

why would I

inside some space. I hear a door click shut,

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

wrapping my arms around myself. ” M—Marry—Do you

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

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