Marked by the Alphas
“You did good, we’re almost done.”
“I can’t,” Alice sobs, and the midwife wipes the sweat off her forehead.
“Doctor,” I frown, confused. “What’s next? How can I help?”
“She needs to push,” the doctor replies nonchalantly. “The other one is still in there.”
“Wait, what?” Axel grunts, handing our baby girl back to Mother.
“She didn’t tell you?” The doctor frowns. “You’re having twins, Alpha.”
Twins? What the hell?
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