My throat clenches and my heartbeat is loud in my ears. Unique. No one’s ever called me unique before. I wonder if it’s some sort of backhanded compliment. The way he said it however, it felt real. It felt real. I feel a rush of happiness swell over me like a gust of air. Being praised by an a
I run my hand over a sweater then furrow my brow. My actual clothes are gone. I whirl around. Archer and I are chest to chest. He blinks twice and steps back a bit so were no longer touching. “Where’s my stuff?” I snap. “The grey stained rags?” Archer scoffs. “Please. You’re not wearing those.”
I whip around and glare at him. “Slaves?” I growl. “What the fuck?” Archer merely shrugs. “It’s an ancient Hayes tradition,” he says. “All employees are members of the Hayes Court of Slaves. It’s a highest mark of honor.” “Fuck you,” I hiss and shove his chest. “I’m not wearing this shit.” “Yo
“I can’t believe you all!” I shout. “You’ve completely tossed aside this baby now that I’m here.” Beau snorts. “Isn’t that the point? We got you to take care of her so we can go about our normal lives?” “No!” I say. “A proper home needs both maleandfemale influences. Children learn separate thin
The next morning, Mia and I are the first ones up. It’s a brisk winter morning and I can see frost on the ground outside Mia’s room in the pyramid. I scoop her up and get her changed into her clothes for the day before feeding her. I make her some applesauce. It’s usually her favorite. Today, she’s
“You’re not supporting her neck or butt,” I say to Archer. “She won’t stop – ugh – moving!” Mia is squirming violently now. She’s about to slip out of Archer’s grasp when I swoop in and snag her. She immediately relaxes in my arms. She presses her palm to my cheek in a silent thanks. “You were
We arrive to the hospital in a flurry. I’m positive Archer was twenty miles over the speed limit with how fast he was driving. I rush through the double doors with four massive alphas behind me. Everyone in the hospital seems to know who they are and immediately runs over to us. The doctor is a sh
I slump in a chair next to Neil. He barely notices, too busy staring at the ground between his legs. I curl up into the chair and stare at the door, longing for someone to come back and tell me that my baby is okay. It’s about an hour later that someone does show up. The doctor breaks into the doo