Gianna
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“What is it? What do you want to talk about so desperately?” I asked Vanessa privately, sending my omegas outside the room, but instead of answering my question, she looked at the whole room.
“To give you something." She forwarded a box toward me. “When you’re getting f****d by a mutt daily, then why aren’t you pregnant yet?” She asked while I opened the box that she had brought.
Tea leaves?
“It will help in conceiving the child without the risk of miscarriage,” She explained while I looked at it suspiciously.
“It’s not poison. We can’t risk killing you, or who knows, I might drag you into this mutt house if you fail to bear the Alpha Heir."
“As if you don’t want to. Do you take me as a fool who couldn’t see the desire for power and money in your eyes?” I mocked her.
“Howe
