Alpha Abigail's Quest
She spins and I shout, “Fuck! Alpha NO.”
I watch as she freezes in her spot, their eyes are locked to each other’s and I hear her groan, “ah fuck.”
His thick Russian accent whispers softly to her, “anytime you want little dove, I’m willing and very capable,” he smiles widely at her.
She steps back from him and crosses her arms over her chest, wearing her stoic mask, “never going to happen Alpha Christov and my name is Alpha Abigail,” She looks at me, “Gamma let’s go, I have an appointment that I won’t miss.”
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