The Alpha's Chosen Mate
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His movements are measured and graceful, entrancing me.
"So, what is your favourite colour?" he turns to face me, our knees bumping each other.
My mind can't think straight for a brief second.
Cerulean blue, like your eyes.
"Umm, it's blush pink. Like peonies."
A faint smile tugs on his lips. "And like your hair."
"Yes, like my hair," I chuckle and bite my lower lip, still self-conscious of the colours in my hair. I've seen the looks people give me, like I'm such a child, playing dress ups with unicorns.