MARRIED TO THE ALPHA

Kidnap?

An aesthetic picture is what she saw in front of her. Before she realised, she was feeling her own facial features; the same small pointed nose, small forehead, the same pair of arched eyebrows looking down on sweeping eyelashes. Her enticing, blue eyes gazed at Tasha making her face reality. "She's almost like me," she murmured. "Only the hair," Tasha swept her hands over the photo and admired the magma-red hair crashing over the shoulder of Evan's mom. She then looked at herself in the mirror in front of her and tied her kohl black shoulder length hair in a ponytail.

"That's why," she whispered while staring at Evan. "Come here," keeping the photo away, she moved her hands near Evan and wrapped him in a tight embrace. Evan closed his eyes to feel the warmth. He took slow deep breaths, wanting the moment to stop at that point.

"What do you think?" Ryder asked Styles who was just as dumbfounded as the rest of the troop.

"I am shocked," he shook his head. "What if its her?" These words infuriated Ryder to the extent where all hell broke loose. He stormed in the small room and pulled Evan out of Tasha's embrace. "Don't try to be a part of us!" He exclaimed. He pulled Tasha out of the room and pushed her towards the stairs. "Get out!" He shouted again. Tasha was bowled over. She didn't understand why this man behaved like that despite her face was similar to his late wife.

Alina ran upstairs after hearing her alphas voice and gently took Tasha downstairs. "Don't worry, he's always been like this ever since Stacy passed away," Tasha nodded in understanding. "You look just like her," Alina caressed Tasha's face lovingly as her eyes twinkled. "But you're not her, I can tell," a tight lipped smile formed on her lips.

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Evan tightly held Ryders hand and showed him Stacy's pic. "She's not her, you have to understand, Evan," Evan blatantly shook his head.

"Even if she's not," Styles started. "You have to accept it for him." Ryder rolled his eyes. With pure frustration, he grabbed the vase laying on Evan's bedside drawer and threw it on the floor. Just after that, he sat on the bed and massaged his temples to give himself some piece of mind.

"It's not possible," he stated after meditating. Styles wriggled his eyebrows. "Will she even agree to look after him?"

Styles sat beside him and started, "what has she been doing all this while?" He held Ryder's hand and gave an ear to ear smile to Evan who was listening to their conversation. "Or we can always kidnap her and keep her captive here," a devilious grin appeared on his lips. "We are animals, come on, show her your power and she'll be quiet for the rest of her life." Ryder stared at Evan for some time with his jaw clenched and walked out of the room.

As Alina and Tasha were discussing, Ryder entered the room. Their lips became sealed as his face came on sight. "Let's go," he signalled Tasha out of the building. With cold hands, Tasha followed him. Once out of the house, Ryder did not continue walking, instead spoke, "I'm sorry I overreacted," This made Tasha heave a sigh of relief.

"It's okay," she murmured.

'You still have time, Ryder, just do it,' Styles telephatically communicated with Ryder. Ryder looked up to see Evan watching them, with a photo in his hand. His eyes moist; droplets of salty water ran down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry once again," he whispered and pulled her back into the house. "I can't let you go."