Breed me, Break me, Alphas
The female, the lastborn, was an exact replica of Zevara—same eyes and fair skin.
When they handed the last baby to them, their breath seized. He was the exact replica of Talon—same blue eyes he got from Luna Cassandra, the same small nose that made one wonder if he could actually breathe.
Their mouths fell open in disbelief, and they exchanged glances. Without a word, emotions swirled inside them as they stared at the baby for a long moment.
“He is back,” she murmured.
“Yes, he is,” he agreed firmly.
She held the pendant around her neck and hugged the child tightly. “He shall be called Talon,” she murmured, her lips curling into a smile. “Talon Creed.”
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