Fated to the Alpha
I hear a scraping sound, and I turn my head to see Robert picking up a stack of small portraits from one of the iron boxes in the corner.
“What are those?” I ask. He’s staring at one of the pictures, and when I go peek over his shoulder, my face instantly feels hot, and I look away. “That’s p**n! The medieval version of it, anyway.”
The red-haired woman is posing in a rather sultry manner, scantily clad. The painting is amateurish in nature.
“Will you stop gawking at it?!” I blurt at Robert. “She looks like me!”
“I know,” Robert replies, his voice strange. “There are more.”
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