CHAPTER 28

MITCH

MITCH WAS HAVING a good dream. A dream about sunshine and flowers, until he was rudely shaken in his bed. He grunted drowsily.

"DAAADD!!!"

Dad?! What?

A few years ago, that word would have freaked him out. In all his decades of living in this world, he had made very certain not to pour his seed unprotected into any woman - human or werewolf... or witch. But now...

"DAAAADD!!" The shrill voice rang out again, cutting into his subconscious and rousing him from his sleep. He opened his eyes and saw himself staring deep into the bright, hazel eyes of Addison. Her face was a few inches away from his as she knelt on his chest.

She tracked his movement as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Addison," he grunted, lifting her like she weighed nothing and dropping her on the floor. Although he enjoyed the children's company. He preferred his mornings alone. Not even with any of his lovers. They were always sent away before dawn.

She scrambled back up to the bed and leaned against his bulky ma