Worshipped By The Alphas
"You have a lot of use for that! That's all I am to you, a womb on legs!"
"You're being ridiculous," he scoffed.
"What about my birthday?" She asked suddenly, still ignoring him. "When's my birthday?" His jaw clenched and he remained mute, keeping his eyes glued to hers.
"I see no need to prove myself in this way..."
"You can't answer it, can you?" She challenged. "Yours is on the twenty-fifth of February. You have four older sisters, Gabriella, Sofia, Isabella and Rosalie, and a large extended family, you dislike spinach and are allergic to bees, you like..."