Don’t Call Me Yours, Alpha
or at least not my main account, but he does have my fake account.
"That little shit," I mutter, looking at the last picture he uploaded. It's him with Lisa, Zay and that fucking idiot, David. They're at what looks like a party and King wore some big pants that look like they belong to his grandfather or something because they fall on his hips, revealing his hip bones and a bit of his underwear.
He looks fucking gorgeous, especially in that last selfie he uploaded. His eyelashes look black somehow and his purple eyes stand out more. I take a screenshot of it and drop my head back to my pillows.
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