When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
“IS that her?” Monette raised her head when she heard her stepfather, Neil Bach. “Yes.” “She’s pretty.” “Yeah.” She glanced at her mate. Jane was with her mother and sister. The former gamma of Mountain Wolves pack sat beside Monette. Together, they watched the guests as they mingled with each other. It was her mother’s birthday. Myrtle Batch just turned fifty. Monette used the opportunity to bring Jane in the Mountain Wolves pack. “Your mother is hogging her to herself.” “And judging from my sister’s reaction, she’s liking it.” She added to her father’s statement. The former gamma chuckled. She and her sister, Nina, has a ten-year difference. It was a mutual decision for her parents. It was also Myrtle’s way of knowing if her mate indeed embraced the child she had from another