Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate
When they reach us, Merope steps closer and slowly pulls the cloth away.
On the tray, there’s a crystal, its edges sharp and catching the light like ice. Next to it, a folded piece of white fabric. There’s a silver bowl filled with water, the surface still. And then, placed carefully beside everything else, there’s something that looks like a white satin dress, soft and smooth like clouds.
Merope lifts the crystal in her hand. She holds it up toward the night sky, letting the moonlight catch it. The second the light hits it, the whole thing glows.
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