Surviving My Three Alpha Bullies
Anyway, if this wasn’t it, then it meant there’s another entrance somewhere.
“C’m on Evie…”
I spurn around, hearing my name a few yards away. There they stood, all three of my nightmares with their hands fisted into their pockets, watching me like a predator calculating the distance between him and his prey.
It’s how I feel at the moment, a prey waiting to be devoured. Stopping made me realize how tired I was, suddenly my knees began to quiver, threatening to give away.
“You shouldn’t have run little Evie, didn’t someone ever tell you one of Alphas' favourite things to do is chase down their prey?” The middle one inquired, removing his hands from his pockets and folding it across his chest.
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