The War of the Royals: The Alpha's Rose Conclusion
As he’s releasing me, I hear the bell again and smell my parents coming through the door.
“Hey, first hugs of the birthday girl are supposed to be mine,” Mama playfully whines. I release Pops and turn to her.
My Mama is still the most beautiful woman on the planet. Rich, deep chestnut hair flows in soft, silky, loose waves down to her butt. Her pale skin is almost perfection, only slightly marred by a long, thin, sliver of a scar on her left cheek and the myriad of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Not a single wrinkle mars her round cherub face. Her eyes are still the same striking pale blue with their own freckles of sparkling gold on the irises.
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