*MICEALA*

Early in the morning, I woke up feeling cold, not angry, not sad, just not happy.

I never thought Alpha Barrett's presence back in my life would once again steal back the happiness Dad had managed to build back. Yes, I still smile, but that's also part of my responsibility, not a smile coming from the heart.

I stepped into Bryan's room, my source of joy, my only muse. His Nanny had just bathed him and he was giggling and muttering words that only he and the rest of the kids in the ...