Alpha's Surrogate Wife
“You are going to jump off of that bridge. Everyone will think you committed suicide to be with your fiancé.”
“Ansel won’t,” I say.
I watch as Cherry’s face weeble-wobbles from her face to her wolf’s, as she struggles to control herself.
“He will,” she says. “Because you’re going to write him a note.”
“You’re really fucking stupid,” I say. “Why would I do any of this?”
“Two reasons,” Cherry says. “We’ve got Elizabeth, that’s the first.”
“What,” I say, appalled.
“She’s in the trunk of my car,” the man says above us, smiling.
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