The Alpha King's Breeder
This space, however, seems to have been totally dedicated to her kids.
The walls are a soft yellow against the spray of morning sunlight drifting through the curtains. A mural of a rainbow and mountains made of crystals spreads across the far wall. Pictures painted by Brie and Aris hang from the walls with pieces of tape, and between two couches, a sea of toys and books fans out.
I carefully pick my way across the carpet while Brie and Aris squeal, running between my legs. Kenna scoops Lexa out of my arms and sits on one of the couches, skillfully cradling my daughter and soothing her. “Is she hungry, maybe?”
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