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The ALPHA'S VIXEN

Chapter 3 Excuse me

Word Count: 1193    |    Released on: 22/01/2025

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to my bag, it's not something I should be seen holding around loosely. I ordered another

a good sister to me. The only person who treated me like a livi

o are dressed expensively start walking into

come in as well. They are all well dressed, like members of some high society. I reco

cond, it feels like I'm getting even more tense. I feel eyes on me, strong and intense, and I try to drown the ur

e like they were made to look into mine. His chestnut h

m, the man from the dongeun. He's sitting in the small gathering and nodding his head

these

s the man who was staring at me,

e working

Shit

?" Mitch asks, l

" I smile, getting up and

hing my bag tightly. My heart pounds louder than the bass reverberating from

ady myself. My heels click unevenly against the pavement as I wobble toward my car park

the dongeun-why was he in the middle of that group? I'd spent mo

, glancing over my shoulder. The faint buzz of people and nightlife filters through t

aring at me with so m

relief washing over me. But as I re

moves b

falling over, but strong arms hold me up and once again, I'm s

low and smooth, sending

arper than I intended, but the alc

instinctively step back, my spine hitting the cold metal of my car. His scent hit me then-a dee

ly. "It's taking every bit of self control I have in me to stand this

I blink, confusion floodin

r side of me, caging me against the car. I flinch, but he doesn't move to harm me.

ost to himself. "It's faint, bu

is he talking about? That's

ments are weak and clumsy. The alcohol has stolen my stren

sbelief, almost anger. His hazel eyes bores int

cuts me off with a low growl

e says, his voice softer now, almost conf

ment, something shifts in his expression. It isn't jus

ear the fog of alcohol and co

person," I manage to s

warm against my cheek. "No. I

mind screams at me to fight back, to do something, but my

elf of something. He pulls back slightly, his brows furrowing in fr

n," I shoot back, my wo

rough his curls. "You don't understand the danger

my voice lacks the bite I int

us, something pulling at me like an invisible thread.

ls from a distance,

ps staring at me with the

ph

here, you're coming with

use

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