The Alpha's Hidden Triplets
Every single beast and event surrounding her scent profile has my absolute, hyper-focused attention.
“By the way, Alpha,” Lowell mentions casually, his fingers flipping a page on the desk. “Professor Folly’s daughter, Blossom Blythe, is pretty damn chummy with Sandra. Just last night under the moon, Blossom treated Sandra to a wild feast at the Moonpeach Den and did not return to her father’s pack house. Her boots checked straight into the Goldenwheat Den instead to sleep beside Sandra’s body.”
My dark eyelids flick up instantly, my alpha gaze pinning Lowell to the wall. “Professor Folly’s only female pup?”
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