Alpha-Bet Soup
Riley Harp
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My pack signed me up for “Alpha-Bet”—a matchmaking service where I’m supposed to meet one eligible alpha for every letter of the alphabet. I figured it’d be awkward, maybe hilarious, and at worst, mildly bitey.
Then Date A showed up.
A is for Alec. Arrogant. Addictive. Alpha as hell. One smirk and my heat hit like a freight train. I ghosted him the next day. Panicked. Logical response, right?
Except now he’s showing up at every date. Staring down the competition. Growling. And claiming me like I’m already his prize at the end of this ridiculous alphabet soup.
And honestly? I’m starting to hope he never lets me finish the list.
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