The Nordic Wolves - The Missing Princess
my 3-year-old daughter squeals, wrapping her arms around my neck as her mother, my mate, wanders into the room behind her slightly out of breath, her hand on her rounded belly which carried my twin pups.
"Henri, I'm sorry, she's so damn fast." Ingrid, my mate, says. I chuckled, wondering where the Nanny was this time. The Nanny was an Omega, one of the bottom ranks in the pack system. They tended to work around the pack house, making sure the day-to-day running went smoothly. They looked after the likes of cleaning, cooking, and just making sure everything was kept to a high standard. Some packs used them as slaves. My grandfather used to himself, but my father changed that, and they now not
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