My toyboy is Alpha King
“But…what if it didn’t have to be that way, Kelly? What if I told you I could help you win Dylan’s heart back?”
My breath hitched. I stared at her, stunned, my mind struggling to process her words. “Why?” The question tumbled out before I could stop it. “Why would you help me?”
“I told you,” she said, her voice surprisingly earnest. “I always thought you and Dylan were right for each other. And…well, frankly, I don’t think Evelyn is the right fit for someone like him.”
A flicker of something I hadn’t felt in hours ignited within me. Hope. Tentative, fragile, but undeniably there. “Do you…do you mean it, Lucy?”
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