Falling For The Wrong Alpha
Her golden eyes burned with warning, a flash of restrained fury flickering behind them, but Matilda only laughed softly, the sound smooth and poisonous.
She stepped closer, close enough that Olinda could smell her perfume—sharp and floral, like crushed roses left to rot. “You always hide behind rules,” Matilda said, voice low. “Behind your little codes of peace. It’s almost funny.”
Olinda didn’t respond, though her hand tightened around the edge of the table. She counted her breaths, one after another, forcing calm. Matilda wanted a reaction. She always did.
“Don’t you think Agatha looks familiar?” Matilda asked suddenly, her tone light again, as if she hadn’t just been circling her like a w
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