Alpha of Nightmares
Bryantmated in the shadow of my sisterdiapered by sistersisters poems that make you cryi sleeped with my sister
So, we kept going.
We told him about Papa teaching Persephone how to throw a punch, only for her to immediately regret it when she tested it on a boy twice her size. We told him how Papa cried when Crista shifted for the first time, but he pretended it was just dust in his eyes. I told them how he used to check under my bed for monsters even after I was old enough to know better.
Alec’s mouth barely softened.
“Good,” Alec said quietly, his tone solemn. “A papa should make monsters afraid of the dark.”