Abandoned by the Alpha King
The tiny, gentle golden puppy I had raised since the day I gave birth to him in our little cottage had somehow become a fully grown, breathtakingly handsome man.
I kept asking myself the same question over and over because none of this made sense.
His body was covered with solid muscle, and every step he landed on the pavement carried enough force to make the ground tremble.
Before long, the cold concrete of the city gave way to soft leaves, damp soil, and towering trees.
Zarek entered the darkness of the forest.
Once he gently set me down, he transformed back into a giant golden puppy.
“Climb on, Mama,” he said.