Twin Alpha's Lost Mate
She smiled at me and approached slowly, even a little uncertain.
"Can I... comb your hair?" she asked.
I nodded and laid the towel on the bed as she approached and sat behind me. She took a brush and gently combed me, twisting each rebellious tuft.
"Did you hear anything?" I asked after a moment, opening my eyes and letting myself go with a sigh.
"Social workers wanted to come here," Bea said, continuing to comb my hair "But we can’t afford it, the Alphas aren’t there, and we can’t let anyone in," she said, putting the brush on the bed.
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