Betrothed To An Alpha? I Don't Think So!

Evelyn turned her head. Her gaze stretched over a man whom she’d never really seen before.

He was at least two hundred and eight centimeters tall, large frame dressed in a pair of ash coloured suit, hands tucked into the pocket of the knee—length trench coat he had on. His hair was very black, shoulder-length, but left in a low man-bun with only a few strands dropping over his face.

She swallowed.

Preston’s forehead creased into a frown.

Lyra’s mouth fell apart slightly.

And Brandon balled his fists.

"Hello, Geralt."

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"It’s good you’ve come, Mr. Mancini. We were just getting to the last part," Geralt said.

Evelyn looked at Geralt. "Wait. This... this is him?"

"Yes." Geralt nodded. "Ms. Evelyn, this is Mr. Zayne Mancini, the biggest shareholder of TDG," he introduced. "Mr. Mancini, this is Evelyn Darkwood, your betrothed."

She looked between the two men and waved her hands, chuckling. "Wait, wait, wait. Betro—what?"