The Alpha King's Breeder
I glance away from it to scan the rest of the boats at the port but look back when the letters on the cargo ship come into view.
“The Alyssa?” I look at Magnus for confirmation that I’m not going insane, but he exhales deeply and nods, a little painfully.
“That’s our ride, Princess.”
I gape, ignoring the tug on my arm when one of the guards pulls me out of the way of two huge wolves darting through the crowd, dragging carts loaded to the brim with crates of Goddess knows what.
“As in… Zayn’s–”
“My wife,” Magnus interrupts, but his gaze falls on the boat, and he gives me his back.
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