Alpha's Dirty Little Secret
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On her feet sat a pair of pristine, tiny designer shoes that made every step produce a soft, solemn squeak.
“Alrighty, time to go,” I chuckled, taking her small hand in mine after double-checking her packed lunch bag and school essentials.
“Wait, wait,” Sebastian called out, stepping into the foyer with his phone raised. “We need pictures of the Lady of Blizzard’s heir on her first day. Stand still, little munchkin.”
Zoey immediately struck an adorable, dramatic pose, tilting her head and flashing a wide, toothy grin that made Eleanor clap her hands in delight.