A bullet of panic rose in Charlotte’s throat. She rushed towards the nearest pillar and hid behind it. With the dizzying sense of anxiety, she focused on the conversation.
“I have seen her coming here, yet you are denying that no girl named Charlotte William lives here. One second, here is her picture.”
This was Beta Noah Anderson, reasoning with the security guard about her. It sent a brusque bolt of shock right through her, the thought of being stalked was like needles jabbing at her skin.
She felt a dull ache in her chest that Alpha was still searching for her. After a momentary relief of hope, a deep sense of uneasiness held her tight.
“He will kill me!”
In her blind panic, she dashed towards her room, changed into jeans and shirt, retrieved the bottle of scent blocker and climbed
