The Dark Alpha's Pet
Freya hands me a pair of purple leggings, sneakers and an oversize Christmas sweater that had a Lama on the front wearing a Santa hat and sunglasses.
I scowl at the sweater, “What is with all the ugly sweaters?” I look around and even the kids are wearing questionable items. Nothing inappropriate, just… funny, weird and ugly.
“Oh, Rocco is the one who provides the clothes, and he thinks they are funny.” She shrugs as she pops a grape into her mouth.
“Who?” I don’t remember anyone named Rocco from my memories of the lab. I slip into the leggings and sweater instantly feeling much warmer from the long simple t-shirt I was wearing previously.
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