Alpha's Regret: Too Late to Love Me

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of my mouth

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fficially move int

smile again, my fingertips tapp

ld bring them

orth between Suzanna's apa

a heavy heart, wondering if they were sa

ially

n throug

d up in the corner of the sofa, b

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. He shouldn't have to

gs are going

at voice

ink this is fa

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, irritation cree

at

enly spiked, his rage boiling from t

ou smile like nothing happened aft

th. "You heard what I said.

he, th

tter laugh, his voi

nouncement. You didn't even tell her-Suzann

the tapping on the w

ir inside the car suddenly felt heavy-like something lo

nt," I said quietly, all the certain

ave the guts to tell her?"

oug

road ahead, the car beginning

knew he

't tol

I was

ound out the truth, she migh

u

uzanna too much," I mutter

such a useless

the strength

ave had to fle

been forced to m

me back with a child

er isn't jus

ntire rui

'd finally snapped. His voice roa

d Summer have to pay th

mate lost a kidney.

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our pup is the worst

my jaw so h

ough. Stop

out, one by one, voi

t the men

eaving, like I'd just been dragged

open window, bitter cold, lashi

forehead, sucking in a deep breath, trying t

, my phon

me glowed on

seconds, my fingertip t

sting my voice to sou

el

e through, so

almost here? We're al

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