Fated To Her Ruthless Alpha
The ginger haired one is Irene, hell, I almost stabbed her outright, the other raven haired woman with too much make-up is Naya, so poised and collected, she reminds me of someone I used to know.
And, the sandy blonde haired woman is Chiara; she looks too gentle and young to be twenty-four: She is one of those people who looks like they can’t hurt a fly, but then again, looks can be deceiving, she’s married to a freaking chief warrior, it won’t be a surprise to learn that she can throw a dagger.
“Darkness?” Red, my right hand man hums beside me.
I take a sip from the mug, still staring right ahead.
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