Alpha Chase
The tiny princess squeals when she sees me walk in, rushing over with her arms outstretched.
I drop my duffel, stooping to catch her as she barrels into me and lifting her in the air. “Well if it isn’t Princess Belle,” I laugh, resting her on my hip.
She scrunches her nose, furrowing her little brow. “I’m not Belle, I’m Mia,” she insists, as if I’ve forgotten her name.
“But you’re dressed like Princess Belle, aren’t you?” I ask, ruffling her yellow dress. “Where’s the beast?”