Eve and the Devilish Alpha
They didn’t even dare look up.
Running would have been suicide. They knew it. Everyone knew the Alpha’s speed was death itself.
“Leave,” I said, cold and final. “And never show your faces again.”
They didn’t wait for a second command. All three scrambled up and bolted toward the exit so fast they tripped over each other, nearly falling on the way out. Their footsteps faded into frantic echoes, swallowed by the night.
Silence followed.
I turned to her.
Eve was still on the floor, her legs folded beneath her like they couldn’t hold her weight. Her hair was tangled, her face streaked with sweat and tears. Dirt smudged her clothes. She looked exhausted, shaken, and completely undone.
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