Tracking My Alpha
I hear Mom in the back, "oh my goddess, no, not my sweet girl, Veronica baby, are you okay?
A genuine smile graces my face, this woman is perfection, My Carol, my bonus Mom, "yes, I'm Okay, a few cuts and scrapes and a huge bump on my head, but otherwise, I'm good. A sigh leaves my lips, "Dad I'll just go and find some help, I can't stay here, it's snowing, and I don't want to turn into a popsicle."
He growls, "Veronica, just....,"
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