The Alpha’s Hidden Heirs by Avery Rose

The Alpha's Hidden Heirs

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I slowly moved my face back, my wolf's words echoing in my mind as Grayson mentioned the word. "healer."

My wolf had once told me I would become a healer in the future, but I never believed it. If I had the same mark Grayson bore on the back of his neck, then maybe I could entertain the possibility. But I didn't, so I brushed the thought aside.

When I looked at Grayson again, he was staring at me-long and deep, as if trying to read my soul. His gaze sent a chill down my spine, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered if he was possessed by something.

Clearing my throat, I stood up. "I think I can help ease your headache a little by brewing you some coffee."

I turned to leave, but his hand shot out, grabbing mine.

I froze and glanced back at him. He was resting his head on the table again, his grip on my hand firm but not forceful.

"If you want to help me," he murmured, his voice low and tired, "then help me get back to my car. I want to go back to the hotel."

I hesitated, considering his request. Grayson had helped me once, the night I was drunk. He had taken care of me with kindness and respect, like a true gentleman. Now it was my turn to return the favor.

importantly, I couldn't risk losing contact with him. He was the only hope I had

let's go," I

slid his arm over my shoulder and steadied him as he

unconscious-just drunk-so he didn't put all his weight on me. Still, it

slow, unsteady steps, I grabbed the keys from the counter and helped him out of the coffee shop.

your car?" I

he

'He doesn't know where his car

late at night, and the streets were mostly empty. If I couldn't find his car,

trying to decide which way to go. Finally, I started walking to the left, supporting Grayson as

down on me. "Don't lose consciousness," I warned him. "Otherwise, we'll

response, he let out a low, drunken chuckle. It sounded almost maniacal,

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prop him up, hoping to flag down a taxi. But as I adjusted his weight, he suddenly leaned too far forward, nearly dragging me down with him. My knees wobbled, and I

a taxi in this condition?'

in sight. My heart sank in defeat. Raising my eyes to Grayson, my frustration eased slightly. His tall frame leaned heavily against me, and my head was pressed against his chest. I could feel the warmth of his body, and a sudden heat rose

mentor for so long, someone I admired and respected. I had dreamed of meeting him, but not like this. My fate had brought

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