The Alpha's Scorned Mate
Inside are pups as young as just a few weeks old to some that seem to be as old as two.
“Why?” I find myself asking as I see five of Aileen’s vampires zipping around and feeding each pup. They must have been at this for a while.
“They were looking for a special bloodline,” Aileen answers, her voice so cold that I feel like my blood has frozen over.
“What sort of bloodline?” I ask, turning to face my friend.
“One with a witch in it. And they found it.”
There, in her arms, is a little pup, her black hair and pale blue eyes looking at me with wonder. She must be no older than a month, and without thinking, I reach out and take her little hand in mine. She is so small.
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