A SURROGATE FOR MY SISTER'S ALPHA HUSBAND
"That's easy for you to say. You're not the one they're calling names."
"No. I'm the one they'll eventually blame for choosing you, if this ever becomes public before we're ready." His eyes met mine, steady now, something fierce settling into them that hadn't been there a moment ago. "Let me be clear about something, Mica. I don't care what the pack calls you behind your back, or to your face, in some grocery store aisle. I don't care what nickname some stranger invents because she's decided she understands our lives better than we do."
"Easy to say when it's not aimed at you."