Page 93 of My Grumpy Alpha
Food and drinks are placed on a table in the corner.
Okay.
So it’s either a kindness or poisoned. Great odds.
I grab her and pull her into my lap.
“Just rest while I figure out what’s going on.”
And I have no fucking clue how to do that.
The door suddenly opens making a creaking sound. Someone steps forward in a mask that looks like it was built in hell, with horns curling above the temples and a black mouth with red painted across it that doesn’t move.
Fuck Squid Games, we’re in our own.
"What,” I say in a clear voice.
“Do you want?”
"Alpha,” the deep voice says.
“We need the Alpha to step forward, but until now we’ve been confused on who it truly is.”
"And that's my problem? I’m half-human!”
He shrugs.
“We’ve been stalking everyone who has a chance for the past ten years and you always were high on our list, maybe a half-breed is the way to go, either way, you have to go to the games.”
"Games?” I repeat.
Ava sits up.
“Like the Hunger Games?”
I pull her closer to me.
“He’s not even that strong!”
I'm ready to defend her when I look down.
“I’m sorry, what?”
She smiles.
“You’re corporate, do you really want to get your nails dirty, Alpha?”
I internally rage.
I pull apart the room piece by piece in my mind.
“Are you kidding me right now? Aren’t mates supposed to be more loyal?”
She presses a hand to my chest.
“That’s why I’m saying this, I’m loyal. I just need you to stay alive so I can love you.”
Well, when she puts it that way.
