Alpha's Secret Mate
So cry I did, for even in the Obsidian Moon, my son been given the kindness of a crib, a simple comfort August so richly deserved.
"You only ever have two faces about you, mother dearest: sad as f*ck and angry as shit."
Miranda was wearing thick rubber gloves when she opened the door to protect herself from the silver.
In one hand, she held a tray with two plates filled to the brim with spiced chicken in some sort of peppery sauce, what appeared to be a fruit of some kind, and rice with red beans. A jug filled with some type of liquid with a few earthenware cups was slung low on her narrow hips with a leather harness of some sort.