The One True Alpha
Glancing at the door and listening carefully to ensure Amelia wasn’t approaching, I placed my coffee down on a nearby table and pulled it from the shelf.
Chewing my lip, I flicked through the pages to find the specific page I was looking for and found it almost instantly. It was one of my favourite books that was written by a human, about a boy falling in love with a girl, struggling to confess his love to her, so he used a poetic way to confess. A hidden message between the lines, so he could tell her how he felt without really telling her. The only problem was that she never got to find out what it meant until it was too late. She lost him before she could confess her feelings were mutual.
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