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My Hot Alpha

Chapter 173
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Unlock the content CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE neur me, FINTOW he was picacit I༧༥ II-v ༦ ILL IL སP Tyranicu. I was SONG TOM Sitting in the sposition for so long. A sigh of relief left my mouth when I heard the front door open. He pounced to his feet standing over me.

Already he was growling.

"M-mom". Alanna stuttered. "We have a problem". As she took a step towardshe snapped at her. Oh shit. He wasn't playing around.

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"Hey". She glared. "I'm your sister. I'm not a threat". She took a step back. "Leah are you okay?".

"Just peachy". I was past bothered. I had been sat here that long all my rage had disappeared.

A laugh fell from her lips. "I know I shouldn't be laughing but-... but you're tiny compared to him". That wasn't funny in the slightest.

"Oh Jesus". Charlotte gasped. "What in the-... is that blood?".

My wound had maliciously healed. The blood she was talking about was soaked into my sleeve.

"Jacob Taylor I've just about had enough of you". She yelled. "Sweetheart, are you hurt?". She couldn't get close enough to check.

"It's dry blood". You wouldn't even know I had a cut in the first place, it was completely gone.

"Did he hurt you?". She asked.

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A growl tore from his mouth as he blocked her view of me. I could hear I her sigh before Theard her high heeled shoes on the kitchen floor.

"Alanna is away to get you clothes". As she walked to the padoors she pulled it open. It tooka second to e realise she wasn't talking to me. "You can get up honey, he won't hurt you". And just like that Jake bolted for the back door.

I was numb, my legs, my bum. A groan fell from my lips as I got m myself to my feet. I couldn't wait to get to bed tonight. She closed the padoors before looking at me. "I sometimes wonder where that boy gets his temper from because it's certainly not his father. He's out of control".

That's something I didn't want to hear. Especially not from his own mom. How could I control him when he's like that? "Where did the blood cfrom?". She flicked the switch on the kettle fixing two cups.

"His claw". I took a seat at the table. "It was an accident. This is not how I thought today was going to go".