Dallas

I wake again with Philip sleeping in my arms, sitting uncomfortably beside my mate whom they will try to wake again today. This time, because it’s planned, I’ll be here with Philip. He and I have bonded over the past few days. It’s obvious that his piece of shit father didn’t act like a father to him any more than he acted like a mate to Nicolette. He has soaked up every bit of attention I've given him.

As uncomfortable as my mind and body are in the twisted positions I’ve ...