The Alpha’s Omega Mate
she admonished, curling her arms over her chest to stave off the chilled afternoon air.
"Give me that, Brianna, Tora snapped, grabbing the shovel. I turned, frowning at my new name, still unused to it even after three and a half months of hearing it. "You, go stand by Angela and shoot the shit. You're not supposed to be doing such things in your condition." "I'm pregnant, not disabled," I argued. I allowed Tora, or Tori as I now called her, to take the shovel from me.
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