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Chapter 38 - Chapter 38 The Persistent Alpha at the Dinner Table

When my eyes fluttered open, the world outside the window was painted in hues of twilight. The clock on the wall pointed to 7 PM. Dazed, I blinked several times, trying to piece together why I wasn't in the guest room where I had last fallen unconscious.

The scent hit me first.

Lime.

Strong, rich, and suffocatingly familiar.

No… no, no, no.

I shifted and instantly felt it—the unmistakable weight of an arm draped over my waist. My entire body stiffened. Slowly, I dared to turn my head.

Hugo.

I was in Hugo's arms again.

Why. Am. I. Here. Again.

This is not happening. This is not my fault!

"H-Hugo?" I whispered, as if saying his name would magically untangle this mess.

His eyes opened lazily, and that stupid, irritating smirk curved on his lips. "You're awake."

"Why am I here again?!" I shot up, though his arm around me stubbornly held me in place. "I didn't—! I wasn't—! I didn't hug you first this time either!"

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