Claimed by My Fiance’s Savage Alpha Uncle
Especially when Damon, the dreaded Alpha himself kept finding excuses to look at me like I was the only trouble he’d ever want to touch.
I sat on the edge of the bed, brushing out my hair, silently rehearsing tomorrow’s exit plan. My suitcase already stood half-packed by the wall. One more night, I told myself. Just one more night, and I’d be out of this web of stares, rumors, and temptation.
That was when my phone buzzed across the table.
Bella.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, here we go,” I muttered, picking it up.
The last time we spoke, she’d teased me endlessly about being in the same pack as Damon, as if that alone meant something sinful had happened already. Silly girl.
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