My Alpha, My Ruin
I straightened my blazer, lifted my chin, and practically skipped past Gabriel toward my desk, heart racing for an entirely new reason now.
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Back at my desk, I collapsed into my chair and let out the longest, most dramatic sigh known to mankind.
Zayne Vale was trouble. Capital T, neon-sign, air-raid-siren trouble wrapped in a six-foot-four package of pure, unfiltered masculine heat. Funny, protective, confident, and that voice—God, that voice could melt steel, start wars, probably make hardened criminals confess to crimes they didn’t commit.
It wasn’t the same wildfire that Gabriel set off in me, not even close. Gabriel was a raging inferno I couldn’t control, couldn’t escape, couldn’t stop
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