Parker
Belladonna stood right in front of him, and yet did not say anything to him about his and her child; that she’d had to him, he wanted to grate out at her, why she was denying him his right to that child. She had to know he would want to know, regardless of how she had been raised; that he would not allow that to happen to his own child.
But she had a small daughter, sitting right on her hip, and she was cute as a button, with her curly ginger hair and big brown eyes. She must take after her father in every way. She didn’t look anything like Belladonna, not even the same skin tone. This little girl had very fair skin.
Though he could tell she was Belladonna’s daughter, they smelled the same; had a family scent about her, smelled of Alpha blood, just like her mother did. So, he kep
