“I would never want you to bare my children. You are not qualified to do that, only my mate, Sloan, will bare my pups. In fact,” Dawson stops talking to pick my hand up and kiss my palm making me shiver before he continues to talk to Brandi, “Sloan is already pregnant with our first two pups right now.”
Brandi starts crying for real this time. I know it is real because she now is ugly crying, instead of the cute little tears she had just cried. Her makeup is running, and her nose is too now. She looks terrible, and I don’t feel bad for her at all. I know everything that she has done to me, is about to come out. Both with mom, and when she would use the key that she made to my room to come in and have the guy of the week hold me down for her to hurt me. She is not my sister, I don’t
