FORCED TO HAVE THE ALPHA’S BABY
I growled that last part, narrowing my eyes in mock annoyance.
She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. There was something off. Her smile was there, but it was sitting on something—pain, maybe. I wasn’t sure yet, but it hit my chest in a way I didn’t like.
Before I could question her, a loud giggle rang out. A little pup was tearing through the hallway, and behind her was Mara’s daughter, stumbling after them with a half-laugh, half-whine. The pup darted back, brushing against Mara’s legs, but in the chaos, their tiny hands latched onto something.