A Child's Mother Comes First
At the banquet hall, I refuse to let my adopted twin pups eat the walnut cake.
Ivana Lamont—the childhood sweetheart of my mate, Luther Hardwick—chokes up dramatically. She cries accusingly, "Yara, they may not be yours biologically, but you can't abuse them! Why won't you even let them have a slice of cake?"
I'm just about to explain that the twins are allergic to nuts, but they point at me and complain in aggrieved voices.
"Mommy often doesn't give us food. We never have enough to eat!"
With that, I'm unceremoniously driven out of the banquet hall by the host.
When I go to look for my mate to talk about it, I accidentally overhear his conversation with a friend.
"Alpha Luther, it's