Novelas y relatos de Ikki Igarashi

We wouldn’t call Astrid an alpha. “That’s good for alpha Isaac,” she added. I looked at her questioningly. She laughed nervously, averting her gaze. But my gaze remained unwavering. “Uh…he is actually not an alpha…” she trailed off, her gaze darting towards me. “What?” “I…shouldn’t be divulging this, but since you are..” she seemed reluctant, but the more she stalled, the more my curiosity heightened. She took a deep breath. “Anyway. He is actually an Enigma.”

Somehow, do I need this secret. 📌 💀 🔪 ⚔️ #TBC_ #Inspired by Mean Girls A/N: when I say I love making a twist, trust me that my fav 😌😌😌 review your thought.

He has that irresistible crooked smile and hair I love to ruffle. Igor is a valuable friend and an admirable colleague. He’s a talented doctor, and his charming smile—often appearing lopsided—lights up the room, bringing a contagious lightness. His dark, tousled hair matches his intense gaze, which highlights his bright, expressive eyes, capable of conveying both seriousness and humor.