38. Not So Merry Christmas

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Aria My eyes scan the girl from head to toe. She’s tall…like, runway model who could strut in six-inch heels without breaking a sweat tall. Her long, jet-black hair looks like it belongs in a shampoo commercial, all glossy and perfect. Those hazel eyes of hers sparkle like she’s been genetically engineered in a lab for maximum perfection. And her skin? Ugh, smooth, olive-toned, and glowing like she bathes in liquid gold. Honestly, if we weren’t in this situation, I’d probably be begging her for skincare tips. She arches a perfectly plucked brow at me. "Can I help you?" Her voice is smooth, but her tone? Full of sass. Oh, this is who Lucas didn’t come home for? Perfect. "Who are you?" I snap, crossing my arms. "Where’s Alpha Lucas? And what exactly were you doing in there?" She stares

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