LET THE GAMMA FALL FOR ME
It was supposed to be just a one-time encounter — just letting out the steam that had been fuming between us. He was not made for relationships, while I just got out of one and was not ready for another.
But that one-night stand with the playboy Gamma of the Black Shadow Pack turned into two nights, and then three, until I could no longer count the number of times he knocked at my door whenever he wanted to get laid.
And I just let him in.
Every damn time.
But then, the nights of passion turned into two stripes on the pregnancy stick. And he wanted nothing to do with it.
I should have expected that. He was, after all, Austin Montrell.
So I kicked him out of my apartment, ou
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