Alaric’s POV
Coming off the elevator, I walk briskly down to the room I use as an office. As I open the door, John stands from behind his makeshift desk.
“Welcome back, Alpha,” he says, his eyes filled with curiosity, though he startles when he gazes at the woman following along behind me.
The woman who, while dressed like Cara and with a similar shade of red hair, is decidedly not Cara Auburn.
John’s gaze falls back onto me, like he’s waiting for some kind of explanation. I wish I had a better one to give than I do.
“This is Melinda Bedford, who has made several claims in the past thirty minutes, including that she is my lover and carries my child.” I wait for Melinda to enter then close the door behind her. “None of which, I will scream from the rooftop, is true.”
Melinda saunters
