Second Chance At Love
This time, they hit harder, cutting deeper.
“You know, seeing as Alpha doesn’t like her, I doubt that child is His,” an older lady said as I walked past her shop, she was sitting outside with three others who nodded their heads in agreement.
“She probably didn’t know who she slept with, so she pinned the pregnancy on him,” another lady hissed. I clenched the stroller’s handle, my grip tightening as I heard another one mutter, “There’s no way our alpha would touch her, not even drunk.”
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