THE ALPHA'S HUMAN BREEDER
Gloria assesses, her golden eyes narrowed.
“I mean you’re entering the final stage of your pregnancy and we’re at war. If you want me to even consider letting you out of my sight, you need to give me a damned good reason.” I reply sternly.
Gloria huffs and rolls her eyes, and my responding growl sends shudders through the other men in the car, but not my defiant mate. She simply glowers at me, “Based on my memory, my mother met the Goddess – she spoke with her and was convinced to give me up. I think there’s a chance she has information – answers about all this, things that might not exist in my past.”