Revenge of the Alpha's Bratty Daughter
This was the longest they’d been without the other, and it ate at him.
“Hey, Millie. It’s me, Ty. It’s time to wake up, brother. Mum needs a shower, and you have a nephew asking about you. That’s right, he’s already walking, and talking, demanding your video games.” Tyson smirked down at his brother.
“Oh, don’t tease him.” Constance scowled at her son's attempt at horrible humour, but there was a ghost of a smile on her face as she did.
“His mark is faded. It’s nearly gone from sight.” Tyson pointed out. Their mother nods in sadness.
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