Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth
“Not if we want to impress our esteemed guest, that is.”
Drake beamed, clapping his hands together once. “Splendid! Then it’s settled—we’ll take in your haunted house after we’ve settled the check here. And don’t worry, dinner is on me.”
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I found myself inching cautiously through the dark, strobe-lit corridors of Nightcrest’s haunted house, trailing behind the others with my arms wrapped protectively around my middle.
Somewhere ahead of me, a shrill scream rang out, quickly swallowed up by the eerie sounds of chains rattling and ominous groans. My heart leapt into my throat as my head whipped around, searching the shadowy recesses for any sign of danger.