The Alpha King's Breeder
“For example, if I paid Freya’s bride price, she could stay. Be my wife.”
I sigh and run my hand over my face. Maybe staying in bed and exploring every sweet inch of Aviva’s body wasn’t such a bad idea despite the fact that she’s not, and will never be, mine. “We’ll be going to the Harvest Festival as a pack this fall. It’s likely some of our people will find their mates there, and next year, after the snow melts, the Roguelands hold a mating festival during the spring.” I didn’t realize bringing home a wife was going to cause such a splash, honestly, but I get it. My pack has a lot of single men of mating age who are building their own houses, farming their own land, living the dream I sold
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