THE MATE THE ALPHA NEVER CHOSE
The shelves stood tall and proud, adorned with books that I had arranged in a way that I found ‘perfect’.
“You read a lot of romance, don’t you?”
I laughed, looking away. “Well, true love is much easier to find in the pages of those books.” I took one of my favourites from a shelf. “You see this one— every time I come back to read it, their love story is unchanged. It’s ever as strong and genuine. Something you can’t say about love in the real world.”