Allison's pov
“I want none of that, and I want more green right there….” I was pointing to the room where the decorator, when scribbling and nodding, standing in the nursery that I already had made sure was going to be done, we had shorter pregnancies, and I wanted my light to have everything when he was born.
No matter the cost, Daniel hadn’t said a word about me spending money; he seemed happy when I was holding my bump. I would ensure that every enemy in my son's way was dead or defeated, no matter what.
“Okay, Miss White, is that all?” the decorator was a man when I made a slight nod. Yeah, I was done. He should get to work before I got sick of his human face staring at me. I was pregnant and had a mate, and humans were the worst... clingy and desperate; at least beasts had some sen
