Book 7: A Mother's Superpower

Gene

The life of an Alpha King is never dull. There’s so much to do, so many people to see, so many things to deal with… the whole thing is just exhausting. Thankfully, there’s a perk here and there, like enjoying the company of the lovely woman who is with me right now, feeding me grapes.

Her fingers are so lovely; her nails are painted purple. It’s not usually my favorite color, but her delicate little hands sure do look enticing as they grip the fruit gracefully and bring each one individually to my mouth.

Ah, yes. Being the Alpha King certainly suits me well. I must have been completely insane to ever offer to step down for those ridiculous Alphas and the spawn of that breeder woman. Ugh, I shudder at the thought.

No need to concern myself with it anymore, though. My allies are at this very moment attending to disposing of the Alphas and those brats once and for all. I can relax and enjoy the dainty fingers of Miss… whatever her name is.<