Revenge On The Tattooed Alpha
Alpha Enzo was overbearing, commanding, and frustratingly cryptic, yet I found myself drawn to him in ways I couldn’t understand.
The car door opened, snapping me out of my thoughts, and Alpha Enzo slid into the seat beside me. His presence filled the space, dominating it effortlessly. He glanced at me, his eyes lingering as if he could see the turmoil churning inside me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer than I expected.
“I’m fine,” I replied quickly, looking out the window to avoid his gaze. “Just tired.”
He didn’t press, but I could feel his eyes on me. The silence between us was heavy, charged with something unspoken.
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