Walking Away From My Alpha Daddies
Kael, who commanded the warriors of the Northern Alliance, had deployed guards to protect the entire floor so no one could disturb her.
I stepped into the ward quietly.
Arie's cheeks were rosy, her expression innocent as ever.
I quickly pulled the dress from the bag, helped her slip into it, zipped the back, and adjusted the straps. Then I took her phone, snapped several photos so she could pick one to post online.
My three fathers looked at me in surprise. They had never seen me like this—so calm, so gentle.
"It's beautiful," Arie said, twirling on her toes, the moonlight skirt shimmering as she spun.