The Supreme Alpha's True Mate
A door creaked, and the sound of its slam behind us resounded across the wide expanse.
Suddenly, the bag was snatched off my head.
I blinked hard against the harsh light; my vision finally focused. And when it did, my blood ran cold.
Before me stood Michael, his silver eyes locked with mine, filled with authority and something darker, something dangerous. He was every inch the Supreme Alpha, commanding, unyielding.
“You,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. My mind was racing, trying to piece together what was happening. “Why am I here? What is going on?”
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