Torn Between Her Alphas
“How do you know my name?”
He smiled. Something in his smile that broke out goose flesh in my skin, and that he knew me better, inside and out like we’d met many times before, yet I had no recollection of those memories. “I know a lot about you, Amelia, things that most people don’t, even your mate, but what I couldn’t figure out is where you came from, no record of your existence, where you were born, and your parents. You didn’t exist until your adoption when you were months old.” Was that a trick question?
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