Alpha King's Fake Contract Mate
With no more time to think about the plan, the sound of clattering footsteps mixed with the sound of horse hooves approached the night market.
It was Hilbert. Even though I had thrown away my clothes, he could still come here so easily. Damn it.
"D-darling ...”
An Omega came. His voice was hoarse, his clothes were bad, shabby, full of scars, and his stomach was distended. Anyone would be surprised, including an Alpha who had just lost his wife, the Alpha was known as Jackson.
Jackson, who was mourning the loss of his Omega wife, was surprised by my arrival. He fell silent, his face looking very suspicious. The other residents seemed to be looking at me with a clear look of alarm.
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