Savannah
“Mommy, can I be a real princess?” Adelaide asked, her eyes wide and hopeful.
We were seated in the living room. I paused from scrolling through photos of my sons on my phone and gave her a smile.
“Honey, you’re already a princess. The most beautiful one there is.”
She smiled, but it faded almost instantly. “That’s not true. I’m not a princess. I’m the Alpha’s daughter.”
Smart girl. Too smart for her age. That was why I avoided making calls near her. She’d almost caught me twice. I wasn’t taking that risk again.
“Just because your dad is a king doesn’t mean you’re not a princess,” I said, gently tugging at one of her soft strands. “Look at your hair. It’s beautiful. And your eyes? Completely mesmerizing.”
“Just like yours.” She leaned into me. “I’m glad I don’t have Daddy’
