The Alphas Hunt
Of course, I had my mother to help me threw it, and now I would have to help Mathilda through it…I can't fuck this up.
In just a year her height will spike and after that comes every other change to her body and she will gain muscle, and boobs, eat like her stomach is made of an empty pit where food magically disappears, and her emotions- oh hell, those emotions, my mother wanted to wring my neck at least once a week and in hindsight I understood her.
“Thirteen, the good years,” Gabe grinned.
I drew a breath and nodded, the good years- right...
He grabbed my shoulders, rolled his head, and turned me to face him and his smoldering gaze.