*Barbara*
She’s dead. I killed her. The f*****g Breeder went and died on me when all I was trying to do was get her fat ass out of the bed and to Alpha Kane where she could be ransomed or some s**t.
Now, what am I going to do?
Just as I am contemplating all of my life’s choices, the monstrosity of a Breeder inhales a deep breath, and her lips start to turn a little less blue.
“Oh, thank the Moon Goddess,” I murmur. Either she truly died and is back to life now, or I didn’t actually kill her after all.
At least she is still unconscious!
I decide it is best to wrap her up in one of her own sheets and drag her out of here because at least that way I will have some leverage. She really is ripe with pups, and I have to wonder if she will burst at any moment now.
What if the shot I gave h
