ALPHA’s HEART MY PRISON
She screamed in protest, thrashing against their grip, her cries filled with desperation.
The sight of her like this—pleading, breaking apart—it felt like a knife twisting in my chest.
I realized then that if I didn’t let her go, she would never stop fighting. She would do something reckless.
With a heavy sigh, I ran a hand through my hair.
“Enough,” I said, stepping forward. “I’ll break the engagement.”
Bianca froze.
Her parents hesitated, clearly still unwilling to accept this. “Marvin—”
I shook my head. “This arrangement was just a name, a promise made by our families. But if she doesn’t want it, then there’s no point in holding on.”
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