Chapter 289
Chapter 289 Hot Alpha Girlfriend:
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The soft rays of dawn filtered through the curtains as I stretched, pulling myself from the depths of
sleep. After climbing out of bed and slipping my robe around my shoulders, I tentatively cracked open
my bedroom door, expecting to see Logan there.
I nced around, my eyes falling on the crumpled nket on the couch. There was no sign of Logan.
Instead, on my coffee table,y a neat note, written in his sprawling handwriting. “E,” it began,
“Thanks for a memorable evening. Apologies for overstepping. – Logan.”
I sighed, folding the note and tucking it into my pocket. Regardless of the emotionsst night had
brought, it was a new day, and I had a routine to stick to. Quickly, I changed into my hiking gear – a pair
of durable leggings, a lightweight shirt, and sturdy boots. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I grabbed a
bottle of water and headed out, intending to lose myself in nature.
The park’s hiking trails were my favorite Saturday morning getaway, a ce where I could connect with
the earth and forget about the worries of the urban jungle.
It was there, amidst the symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves, that I crossed paths with him-a
gaunt, unkempt man. His eyes, wild and unfocused, darted around, finally settling on me.
The moment the unkempt man locked his gaze on mine, an instinctual shiver shot down my spine. I
knew where this was going.
“Hey! Hey, miss!” His voice was rough, betraying years of exposure to the harsh outdoors. I quickened
my pace, keeping my eyes trained on the path ahead. But the nagging feeling that I was being followed
persisted, and sure enough, his footsteps grew louder and more persistent.
“Hey! I’m talking to you!” His voice grew more insistent. “Spare some change?”
“Sorry, I don’t have any money on me,” I replied, hoping that my firm tone would discourage him. from
continuing this pursuit. But I had little such luck.
“Oh,e on,” heughed, a raspy, almost mocking tone to it. “Look at you-dressed all nice, with that
shiny hair and those expensive- looking boots. Yo’ve got to have a little something.”
I halted abruptly, rounding on him. “I said I don’t have any money. Now please, leave me alone.”
His eyes, once distant and zed, now sharpened with a mix of desperation and malice. “You
Alphas… always thinking you’re better than everyone else. But I’ve been watching. I’ve seen how you
move, where you put your stuff.”
His gaze slid to my side pocket, and the realization struck me like a blow. My wallet. Before I could
react, he lunged at me, fingers. reaching for my pocket. Panic surged, and my wolf responded,
adrenaline coursing through my veins.
My wolf instincts took over. In one swift motion, I side-stepped and grabbed his wrist, twisting it behind
his back and pushing him to the ground.
“H-Hey!” the homeless man stammered, struggling beneath my grip. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Please
let me go.”
A low, guttural growl rumbled in my throat. For a moment, I considered tying him up and leaving him
there, but I decided to release my grip. I stood, allowing the homeless man to scramble to his feet.
Without a word, he took off and disappeared into the woods.
I didn’t even have time to catch my breath when I heard it-the wolf-whistles and vulgarments. A
group of men, clearly impressed by what they’d just witnessed, approached with leering smiles.
“Look at that,” one of them remarked, his voice dripping with sleaze. “Who wouldn’t want a hot Alpha
girlfriend like that?”
“Great,” I murmured to myself, brushing myself off as I picked up my pace. But the men followed. The
sound of their wolf whistles grated on my nerves, each one more insistent than thest.
“Hey baby, why the rush?” one jeered, a predatory smirk splitting his face. Another added, leaning in
closer with every word, “Such a fierce little Alpha, aren’t you? Why don’t youe home with us?”
The once benign banter turned sour, their intentions clear. The looming bridge up ahead cast an
ominous shadow, its underside masked in darkness. It was the perfect cover for them, and I felt the
familiar icy tendrils of panic weave their way around my chest.
Summoning every ounce of courage I had, I squared my shoulders and raised my voice. “Back off! I’m
not interested.” My ws extended menacingly, the tips glinting sharply in the sunlight.
Rather than heeding my warning, thergest of the group, a tall man with slicked-back hair, sauntered
forward, chuckling, “Ooh, so scary. Think you can take us all on, sweetheart?”
Another, emboldened by his friend’s bravado, disyed his neck mockingly. “Go ahead, baby. Cut me. I
like it rough.” His suggestive tone only heightened my disgust.
Internally, I berated myself. Why had I been so careless to forget my pepper spray? But self- pity
wouldn’t help me now. I had to think fast. Every instinct in me told me to run, but with the looming
bridge and these men trailing me, that was a dangerous choice.
Yet as my wolf grew more agitated, urging me to fight and defend, I took a deep breath, preparing to
unleash whatever I could muster. I just needed a small distraction or an opening to break free.
My fangs bared instinctively, a warning growl emanating from my throat. But instead of deterring them,
it seemed to pique their interest even more. They closed in, their intentions clear.
Just as I braced myself for another confrontation, a strong arm slid around my waist. I looked up to see
a young man, his face a mask of irritation, standing protectively beside me.
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“Back off,” he snarled, addressing the group. The authority in his voice was unmistakable – the power
of an Alpha. “She’s with me.”
The men hesitated for a second, clearly weighing the risks. But seeing the unmistakable fire in the
young man’s eyes, they decided it was best to leave. Muttering under their breaths, they retreated.
With the immediate threat gone, I turned to face my savior. He looked barely older than me, with
tousled ck hair and piercing green eyes. He had a rugged charm to him, with a faint scar tracing his
cheekbone a sign of a fight survived.
“Who are you?” I asked, more out of curiosity than suspicion. His lips curled into a half-smile. “Just a
friendly passerby who couldn’t stand by and see a woman in distress.” He paused, his gaze searching
mine. “You handled that Rogue impressively, by the way.”
My cheeks flushed. “Thank you,” I murmured, “and thanks for the help.”
He simply nodded, ncing at the retreating figures of the men. “Be careful,” he advised. “Those trails
can attract all sorts. Not all of them have good intentions.”
Before I could ask him anything more, he turned on his heel, beginning to walk away. A strange
sensation fluttered in my chest, a mixture of gratitude and an inexplicable draw towards him. I watched
as he melted into the woods, the morning light ying on his silhouette.
I took a deep breath, trying to center myself. Between Logan’s lingering memory and this stranger’s
unexpected intervention, it seemed my Saturday hike had taken quite the unexpected turn.
With a shake of my head, I headed home, deciding that my ritual hike would have to wait until another
Saturday.