Adopted by an Alpha, Claimed by three
He stepped back from the control panel, his hand raised as he dropped them to his sides, completely surrendering.
The rejection hit harder than, i thought it would, the boy who carried me over the fence, my playmate was gone, Asher was choosing his clean reputation, his sterile order and his cold logic over my life.
The heavy lab door slid open with a small hiss, Tinsley's dad, my adopted father, Alpha Thomas stepped through first.
He looked huge in the red emergency lights, his wide frame blocking out the hall, thick silver slave bands draped on his forearms, clanking softly with every step.