The Alpha King's Breeder
When I get home, Abby’s thermals are drying out over the radiator, and she’s sitting on the couch in nothing but a sports bra and her underwear.
“Back so soon?”
I flex my jaw, chuckling in disbelief as I shrug out of my coat and drape it over the kitchen island. “I met Dr. Scarlett.”
“I bet he was a joy to talk to.” She grits her teeth and shakes her head like I’ve ruined her night just by mentioning his name.
“We didn’t really talk.” Just stared at each other, and he was so… frustratingly familiar.
I sit on the couch with Abby while she goes on and on about Dr. Scarlett and how much she loathes the man, but my mind slips into the recesses, my powers, while muted by the bracelet, guiding me
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