Breed Me. Daddy Alpha
And you’d think silence would be a relief after what I just heard, but no, it was worse, because silence means something is waiting, silence means someone is watching, silence means something is about to crawl out of the dark and eat me alive.
And then I heard it.
A laugh.
Not a normal laugh, oh no, not the kind where someone giggles because they tripped over a chair or because a joke was bad. No, this was a low, stretched-out, curling-at-the-edges laugh that sounded like nails dragging down a coffin. It wasn’t funny, it wasn’t warm, it was sick, it was wrong, and the worst part was that it was aimed at me. At me.
“Oh my sweet little kitten.”
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