Claiming My Alpha
’ she asked.
‘Yes,’ I answered. But there was something that was bothering me. Something’s not right. ‘NO! No, baby not this time, please. I’m begging you. I can’t lose you,’ I cried out as I started banging at the doors again. I know what she meant, and I don’t like any bit of it. She meant to do the exact opposite of what I wanted her to do. No, please, this can’t be happening again.
‘I love you My Alpha,’ she said, her voice breaking. She was crying. ‘And I will love you along with all the versions of you. An innocent child, a playful teenager, a wolfless Alpha, and Alpha King, and as Little wolf’s dad.’