The Alpha's Contract Mistress
My heart tightened as I stared at my daughter in the arms of the woman I’d believed killed her.
“You,” I growled at Marcene, as I took a step closer. The midwife took one backward.
“Don’t hurt my mother,” Layla cried, clutching unto Marcene, “Uncle, don’t let her hurt momma,” she cried louder.
And I stood there, frozen.
I’d become the villain in my daughter’s eyes.
“Eloise, we have to leave.”
“I—I can’t leave my daughter here—”
“She’ll be fine,” he assured as he ushered me away from the room, and from my daughter.
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