Falling For The Wrong Alpha
The wind rushed past the windows of the car as Fenrik gripped the steering wheel tighter, his jaw clenched, eyes focused on the road ahead. The late afternoon sun cast soft rays over the highway, painting the trees in golden hues. Agatha sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, her face turned slightly towards the window. The tension between them was thick, choking the air inside the car. Linda, sitting in the back seat, remained quiet, sensing the storm brewing between the two in front.
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