My Children's Alpha King Dad
I gulp, unsure of how I’ll be able to afford this.
“The Alpha King has selected out a dress for you, ma’am, if you’ll wait here for a moment,” Evangeline’s voice is delicate and airy. I nod, watching as she approaches the wall. She plucks a black bag from the wall, bringing it towards me. The zipper is pulled down and I’m met with an elegant dress.
The fabric is black with golden accents across it with specks of red littered underneath the black layers. I hold back a gasp and stare at her with widened eyes.