“I saw a butterfly,” she begins. “I wanted to chase it, so when Martha wasn’t looking, I did. I crashed on Mr. when I was chasing the pretty butterfly.”
“Why didn’t you let Martha know?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m sorry,”
She gives me her puppy eyes, and I cave in like the f*****g weakling I am. I can never say no to her. Nor can I ever stay mad at her.
I sigh, before bending down to kiss her cheeks, “This is a new pack, so don’t go running around alone, okay? Now go find Martha; she must be looking for you.”
"Okay, mommy,” she says, then turns to Alec. “Bye Mr.”
She sprints past me and goes inside the house. When she disappeared, I turned to Alec. “Stay the f**k away from my daughter, Alec.”
His eyes harden as he gets up. “She’s my daughter too.”
As much as I try to push it do
