The Alpha's Second Chance
My heart pounds out of dread and determination, my grip on the teddy bear and the bag unyielding.
Braxton, his gold eyes never leaving mine, gently squeezes my hand, a reassurance in the face of the impending confrontation. Surprisingly, the mansion’s Omegas nicely welcome us. They push the heavy doors open and respectfully motion for us to enter the opulent foyer, as if they are already expecting our arrival. The interior is a contrast to the scene outside. Chandeliers bathe the space in a warm, golden glow, and ornate tapestries adorn the walls, depicting scenes of opulence and power. But the air is thick with tension, and a chilling silence envelopes us. At the end of a long corridor, a
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