The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge
I set him on his bed, my hands still shaking as I tucked the quilt around his chin.
“New game,” I whispered, my voice a jagged needle. “The best game. It’s called the ‘Quiet Mouse.’ You stay under the blankets, and you don’t make a single peep. Not a cough, not a giggle. If you win, you get the big truck with the yellow wheels. But you cannot come out until I say the secret word. Do you understand?”
Leo’s eyes were huge, glassy with fever, but he nodded, sensing the life-or-death stakes in my tone. I kissed his forehead, backed out of the room, and clicked the door shut just as the knock came again—louder, more insistent.
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