The Alpha King's Breeder
She’s barefoot, too, her arms and stomach covered by a sweatshirt that looks like it’s made for someone five times her size.
Such a strange woman. This–this creature of flame, of untamed power–wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, will be our queen in a month's time.
“Are you sure you don’t want company tonight?”
“I really don’t. I do love your company, though, but I know you’re sick of me.” She nudges Jane’s arm. The maid’s head barely reaches Maeve’s shoulder. I’ve never seen a woman so tall, in fact. She has to be close to six feet, if she hasn’t surpassed that already.
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