I swear, all I wanted was to make some easy money off my breast milk. But how come? After feeding the little one, they want me to feed the big one too? I stood in the Alpha's study, staring at the pack Healer, who looked way too excited, and at Alpha Roman himself, who sat behind his desk rubbing his temples like this conversation was physically hurting him. The Healer cleared her throat. "Miss Johnson, the little heir accepts your milk not just because you're human. We ran your blood work. You most likely carry white wolf bloodline. Your milk has natural healing properties." She glanced at the Alpha. Then back at me. "Alpha Roman has been struck with heat toxin. There is no known cure. But your milk could detox him. He says if you agree to help, he'll raise your salary to a hundred thousand dollars. A month." "Even if I wanted to," I said, spreading my hands, "I don't produce enough milk for a grown man. Look at him. He's huge." "That's not a problem," the Healer said cheerfully. "I'll share a method with you. To boost your supply." My phone buzzed. She'd texted me a list. How to increase your milk supply: 1. Eat more protein. 2. Exercise. 3. Let your partner massage your breasts. Stimulate the nipples? 4. Have really good sex, and reach your climax more often??? I stared at number four so hard I completely missed the last thing the Healer said out loud. Something about how the milk only works fresh. Something about how it has to be taken... directly from the source.