THE ALPHA WANTS ME BACK
My aching heart bleeds, crying for the girl who swore she would never let him hurt her again, and it makes me wonder when I became fucking weak.
I stab the fork into my plate of spaghetti. Then, I take deep and controlled breaths, trying not to think of him. Then, I roll some of the spaghetti, bringing it to my lips. I eat slowly, trying so hard to keep my mind away from the fact that this man is making me lose my fucking mind. I try to think of anything, but it all keeps going back to him.
Suddenly, I remember Elias and how we left things this afternoon.
“What room did they assign the Alpha of Moon Candy?” I ask one of the servants.
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