My Father My Mate
I was so confused, and so, so scared.
I looked at my mother, my heart in my throat. I knew I had vowed never to ask her this question, but at this point, I had no choice.
“Who's my dad?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She looked at me, her expression unreadable. I held my breath, waiting for her answer, fearing the worst.
“There's no point in hiding the truth anymore,” she said, her voice resolute. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my hands shaking. “Your father is an Alpha,” she said, her words echoing in the room.
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