The Alpha’s Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 83: Marvellous Adventures of the Alpha’s Bodyguard Vol 2. II

{Damon's POV}

The cars on the street were jammed like sardines, horns and angry drivers screaming, and my GPS was proudly announcing: “Estimated time of arrival, twenty minutes.”

Twenty. For a dress that needed to be there hours ago.

I slapped the wheel and exhaled through my teeth. “Of course. Of course, this would happen today.”

I looked to my right, car, cars, cars. And to my left? Even more cars.

Petra had called twice. Lisa once. In the last couple minutes.

And my grave was already being dug in spirit by both.

Another horn blared. The traffic hadn’t moved an inch.

I clicked my tongue and leaned forward, eyes narrowed.

“Fine then.” Plan B!

I yanked my tie loose, tore it clean off, and looped it through the garment bag’s hanger hook. I twisted it around my back like a cross-bo