THE WRONG TWIN FOR THE RIGHT ALPHA
As I touched his skin, he fell under the enchantment, and I began to manipulate the situation, creating a narrative.
What Henry believed was happening was me tearing off his clothes and kissing him intensely, allowing him to fulfill all the fantasies his distorted mind projected.
I sat in the corner of the room, watching the comical scene before me, where he touched himself, thinking it was me.
“Alpha, we need a word!” Harry's voice, the beta, echoed through the door.
I bit my lips in anger; the magic was delicate, and any change could break the spell.
I messed up my clothes and hair and threw some water on my body, pretending to be sweaty. Furthermore, I stayed close to Henry, who seemed to
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