His Mate, His Son, His Regret
She is what I always wished my body looked like, and seeing her coming out of the home I am sharing with Valentine, tagging behind his mother that seems to already hate me, is making ugly emotions eat away inside my chest.
“Nope. No sister wives here. We are monogamous in our relationships. Well, unless you are an identical twin or something, then they usually share a mate. I’m an only child, so you will not have to worry about that,” he grins.
Okay, I don’t even have the brain capacity to take on that bit of information yet. I couldn’t imagine dealing with two Valentines. Well, maybe…
No. One weapon of mass destruction is enough for me. Gawd, why am I thinking of his weapon now? Mind out of
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