Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate
Resting my head against Mom's shoulder, I smile, looking at him, and then lifting my gaze to look at her smiling face, I hold Mikhail's hand, "Mom, my mate."
Her gaze flickers to him as her eyes slightly narrow, but then a hint of a smile comes on her face.
But then, someone loudly clears their throat, causing us to look at them.
The man who was with her arches an eyebrow, looking at her as if he is waiting for something.
Mom laughs loudly while he rolls his eyes at her.
"Atlas, your Sophia." Mom grins, "Sophia, your dad."
My smile slightly falters hearing the word dad as the bitter memories of Gregor begin to resurface.
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