The Alpha's Death "I need to get the bottle first, Jas," I muttered in a hopeless tone. "That was the reason why I did not fly back to New York City with my mum." "A bottle?" Jasper muttered while digging into his brain about what it was for. "You mean, the bottle that I gave you the other day?" he even made it clear. Fresh from his memories. Then I dropped my very disappointed body on Jasper's bed and locked my stare on the ceiling, thinking about backing out from our three-day vacation before the pain, discouragement, and disappointment go deeper. "Come on, Nathalie. It's just a bottle. Don't ruin your day just because of that fucking bottle." Jasper added. This time, the tone of his voice ascended and sharpened. He then moved out of the bed and slide closer to the window to get some fresh air. With the immediate silence, he was showing, I assumed his mood has already changed like mine. "It's not just about the bottle, Jas. There's a letter in it. And it
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