The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway

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‘Myra, please print out more application forms and bring them to my desk. About twenty will do. thanks.‘ 

‘Of course, Alpha‘ I turn back to the computer and send twenty copies of the form to the printer. Itap my foot impatiently as each piece of paper comes out, until finally, I can grab the pile. 

I walk down the corridor to Alpha Damien‘s office and knock on his door. 

‘Here are the forms you requested, Sir, I tell him, I come over and place the copies on his desk. 

‘Great, thanks Myra. If you could please take a look at these papers, they‘re copies of my father‘s old bank transfers. Please could you see where most of his money went or if he was making any stupid mis takes?‘ Alpha Damien asks and holds out a large pile of papers. 

I reply.

the papers into my hands and shift them

you‘re a lifesaver, he calls out as I leave his office.

into what can only be described as a

| stumble backward and drop the papers everywhere. Two very large hands reach out and

thighs straining against his jeans, up his wide muscular chest, to his broad shoulders and large biceps. I pause briefly on his beautiful jawline, and then I

Well, fuck me. 

for the attractiveness of the man who stood before me, all I can do is blink rapidly, try ing to make my brain catch up. Sweet Jesus, it should be illegal to be this gorgeous, he could cause acci dents or something. His dark black hair is sexily tousled and he has quite a few piercings in his

he trying to kill

sorry, I manage to mumble as I kneel down to collect

straighten back up. His bright blue eyes stare intently at me, and I feel my resting bitch face slip back on, because he‘s not only hot, but rude. I don‘t say