The Alpha's Cursed mate
“... And I don't mind beating his ass until he realizes that.”
Despite the tightening in my chest, I can't stop the laugh that slip from my throat.
Lyra grins, nodding in approval. “Now, that's more like it.”
Her eyes drops to the fruit basket. “Are those for me? ”
“Yes, of course,” I answer, lifting the fruit basket to my laps. “Alera selected the best. They are good for the baby.”
“Ooh, mangoes,” She reaches for them, drool at the corner of her lips. “I love mangoes. Thank you very much, Freya.”
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