The Alpha's Daughter
“I will take you to Michael and stay with you if I can.”
I knock on my father's office door,
“Come in, Layla; I want you to meet someone.”
He motions for Diana to leave; I put on my happy face and smile at the two men; Michael’s fingers are cruel with the intent to harm as he grips my shoulder, saying,
“Gentleman, this is my daughter Layla; Layla, Alpha Lucian, and his son Isaac.”
Bending my head in submission to Alpha Lucian, I can see his son smirking, watching my every move. He can't think for himself. His father would guide his every action. Acting on instinct and stepping closer to Isaac, I put my hand out to shake his.
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