Her Dark AlphaChapter 48
Her Dark Alpha
Chapter 48
The scent of freshly brewed coffee hit me like a punch in my face before I even stepped into the room. It was strong, rich–my father’s favorite.I walked in, and there he was.George.Sitting at our dining table. His stupid elbows rested casually on the polished oak, laughing lightly—laughing— with my father like they were family. Like he belonged in the family.What the heck was he doing here?
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