“So you do have a real name.”Daphne tapped her nails against her thumb nervously, trying not to make it too obvious that she was completely losing her cool. But wasn’t clicking her nails making it painfully obvious?Wonderful. The people in the hall must have known there was something going on, with the Alpha standing right there. She would rather not draw a massive crowd to herself, so she forced a sweet, harmless smile and turned to face him. Inside, her stomach was tying painful knots.Alpha Griffith Whitlock stood close—way closer than necessary, honestly—with one hand tucked nonchalantly into the pocket of his gray coat. Rainwater still clung to his broad shoulders, and behind him, the sunlight poured through the open doors, outlining his tall frame. He was, to say the least, charming, with green eyes that were far too watchful and brown hair styled in elegant layers that looked as if he’d just walked through the wind. Next to them, Rosalind looked like she wanted the ground
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