Pregnant With Alpha's Genius Twins
There’s a soft scratching at my door.
I pull the door open and see Beta Pete standing before me, holding – of course – the little puppy.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he says, “he just ran up on the porch and started scratching at your door before I could stop him.”
“No, it’s fine, Pete,” I say, looking at the sad, scared little puppy, with his big brown eyes.
“I’ll take him back to the big house,” Pete says, turning.
“No,” I say, sighing and reaching out my hands. “Give him here. He misses his mother, and he’s not going to get anything close to that over in that madhouse.”
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