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My Return With The Alpha's Secret Triplets

Five years after a heart-wrenching betrayal forced her into exile, Elena returns to the city with a life-changing secret: her three children. Their father is none other than the ruthless Alpha and mafia kingpin, Silas, who believes Elena died long ago. As their paths collide, Elena must navigate a world of danger and dark family legacies. Can she protect her triplets from the underworld while facing the man who once broke her heart?
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Chapter 5

Lucy's POV

“Do you think you look any better?” Eric said coldly, narrowing his eyes. “If you think so, then I need to clear you of your illusion. You're not any close to beautiful.”

Tears formed in Diane's eyes.

“I'm sorry for what–”

“No need!” I stopped him before he could complete his statement knowing where he was heading to, besides this wasn't the proper place for that. I just wanted to use him to hurt Diane and Leo since they believed I wasn't good enough to attract any man.

With his physique, his cute, charming eyes and his princely aura, he was just enough to play this role perfectly. He looked like the perfect handsome model in vogue and other fashion magazines. Leo couldn't contest with him in a fashion show. Diane was absolutely hurt by this, her face fell in dejection. I grinned. This is exactly what I wanted. He was just my perfect candidate to arouse jealousy in the eyes of my rival. Just for this moment. I don't think I'll still view him this way after now.

“I wouldn't need you any longer after this scene. Thank you for standing up for me and I wish you will stand to the end of this party.” I muttered seeing that Diane and Leo had stepped further away and couldn't hear what I was saying.

“I hate you!” I hit his chest, with tears in my eyes. “You made me–'' I paused, my wolf urged me not to reveal this secret so soon. I don't know his intention, why he's even here in the first place.

“Like I was saying, let's pretend. Eyes are watching!” I gestured, acting as though it wasn't me who vented frustration a minute ago.

“Hmm, okay.” The confused Eric agreed to me.

Even though this was all an act, I couldn't hold it any longer, I was hurting myself seriously inside. I sniffed. At some point, I was about to turn around and walk away when his hands pulled over my waist, stopping me. The spotlight was on us, I couldn't believe it.

His face came to full light, his eyes locked with mine, it was as though I was seeing the face of an angel. His scent washed over me. I blinked my eyes several times wondering if this was real or if I had entered into one of my favorite telenovela scenes.

His face was perfectly shaped, his skin so smooth and his complexion so fair.

My eyes dropped from his face which seemed to capture and place me in his eternal prison to his body.

"Gosh!"

His white, fitting shirt made obvious his muscular body frame, abs, and perfect muscles which lined up like the work of a perfect sculpture. I closed my eyes, opening it again to see if this was true.

My eyes glared so wide as I stared at him with my jaw dropped. Did I just hear him well or I was hallucinating?

He gave me a curt nod with a wink of his eyes, I understood the signal. Then coming close to my ear, he pretended as though he wanted to give me a perk on the cheek.

"Come on, girl! I heard all they said, I saw your reaction. It seems you and the guy are dating but let's give it back to them. I'll pretend to be your partner for the night."

I was puzzled by the speed at which he used to speak these words in a second. I then turned my face boldly to glare at Leo. Seeing me, he froze. Diane stood upright, she was aghast like she saw a ghost.

We walked off leaving them to stare at us.

We walked over to a secluded space, where they couldn't easily spy on us. The sexy stranger now under the dim light was drunk with lust, but at least he could tell where he was and what he was doing.

"It seems you've been drinking. Your eyes look so dreamy!" I was pushed to ask. He chuckled.

"I'm not drunk. Guess that's how my eyes are. My profession wouldn't allow me to drink even to subconsciousness."

"Wow!" I blushed, even at those things I shouldn't be blushing. Having his eyes fixed on me pulled me crazy. He was sitting on the chair here pulling his leg across while staring at me as though I was one marvelous thing he had never seen for a while.

With a deep breath, he sat up, ready to stand. He was afraid I'm gonna go. He pulled me back. "Please sit! You asked me to pretend with you till the end of this party." I said to mind. He rolled his eyes, spreading his palms wide in a charming gesture.

"We've pretended perfectly in front of them, there's nothing left to pretend?" I tried struggling out of his grip. The more time I spent with him, the more his rejection was reoccurring in my mind. I was caught in a dilemma of revenge and want, my wolf still longed for him.

“I'm here to stay, Lucy.”

“Who cares about you?” I lashed back. “It's such a pity if you think you can make me take you back because of your beauty. You're a gentle monster!” I yelled at him.

“Good for nothing other than revenge on my part.” I countered my wolf who was trying to calm me down. Revenge served hot was the only desire I had in mind for him.

“If you aren't with him, how will you serve him this revenge?” These words muttered by Eric hit me deep.

“Don't see my new decision as falling for you. I will not fail to avenge the pains you caused me!” I growled, in case he thought I'm joking.

“You're yet to hear my story, the reason I penned down that letter.” Tears dropped from his eyes, he lowered his face, wiping them off before raising his face up again.

“I guess before you judge who's right and who's wrong, you will need to hear me first.”

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