Reclaiming My Beloved Alpha
The room was dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the window, and I turned to face her, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Hey,” she said gently, her voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. She walked in, her heels clicking softly as she closed the door behind her.
I took a deep breath, letting the soft, sweet scent in the room fill my senses. Calmly, I reached over to the vanity and flicked on the lamp. The room was bathed in a gentle glow, and Mirabelle and the others exchanged glances. Mirabelle looked stunning in her short black mini dress and matching peeptoe heels. Her hair was elegantly curled, falling in graceful waves down her back. She was, without a doubt, a vision of bea
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