Pregnant With My Alpha Guardian's Pup

e Hal

ines." I wa

entence. And I was Daphne Hall-the Hardin family's adopt

real daughter returned, the last place

he man I had called Gu

d the plastic casing in half, wrapped the sharp pieces in toilet paper

struck the b

her voice strained. "The Alpha has just returned to the esta

minute," I answered,

I shoved a thick pinch into my mouth and chewed. Sour, metallic juice flooded my tongue. It tasted disgusting. It also maske

insed my mouth with tap wate

lf. The Hardin family mansion stretched wide around me, a monument of heavy crown molding and generational

red my shoulders, and desc

ding beneath the massive crysta

legal authorities and the human world, he acted as my Pack-appointed guardian and the sole executor of my deceased parents' es

nd as my slippers h

ra hit the hall like a winter gale, an invisible ha

olf crest of his bloodline. He held a silver-tipped walking cane in his left hand, though he had never limped a day in h

erimeter immediately bowed their heads.

my throat, crossed the open

e, Guardian,

houlders, wrapped in a bespoke charcoal-wool suit, cut

ery defense as he studied my pale cheeks. His dark

is voice was low and gravelly, the kind tha

ingertips hard into my palms until the pain kept me gr

ers clamped beneath my chin, wrenching m

pure frost rolled off his skin, enveloping me. My inner Ome

e faint, shallow puncture marks he had pressed into my gland months ago during a moment of uncon

les locking rigid, terrified that the bitter herb had faile

f raw disgust. He released my chin and pulled a black silk h

," he said coldly. "Are you dosing yours

my lungs. He had on

g my eyes fixed on his polished dress shoes. "The herb

ef, tossing it into the hands

the interior archway. "Butler, call Arthur Foster. Tell our Pack Doctor to bring his di