Triplets for the Alpha
As much as it hurt me to crush their little hopeful minds, they needed to know that Asher might claim to take responsibility for them, but it didn’t mean he loved them.
“Anna!” Felicia, one of the mothers I engage in simple talks with at the park called my name and I looked over my shoulders to see her hanging onto her husband, brows arched. By her husband’s stance and scent, I knew he was Alpha. And one thing about Alphas were their attachment to their pup. Yet the look on his face was nothing but pure boredom as their children hopped around his legs, faces stuck in huge cotton candies. “The zoo is almost closed! Are you going to keep waiting out here? Who exactly are you waiting for?”