*Retta*
In a seedy bar, in a village I’ve never been in before, I’m approached by a questionable looking man who wants to know if this baby I’ve got strapped to my chest is the only one I have to sell.
“What do you mean?” I ask him. “Do I look like I just had a f*****g litter of pups?”
He chuckles under his breath. “No, gorgeous. You don’t look like you just gave birth to a damn pup at all. I’m just asking because I kind of got the impression that one isn’t yours. Maybe you got some sort of a baby trafficking ring going on?”
It’s an interesting question. I should probably tell him no, that this is the only baby I have, and it's mine, that I gave birth to the pup myself, and the reason I look so great is because I have fabulous genes.
But I know that the Alphas are going to be on to me
