The Alpha's Pigeon Pair

De: Lilac Iris

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

In her sophomore year of college, Lena met the future Alpha of the Blue River Pack and accidentally got pregnant.
After she gave birth to her child, her evil sister, Talia, stole it from her and became the pack’s Luna in the Alpha’s absence. Five years later, the Alpha returned but lost his memories about his fated mate.
Will Lena be able to get everything that belongs to her back?
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Disclaimer: This is the author’s early work, written while she was still learning to write in English. She has chosen to keep it as a record of her learning journey. As a result, the book has only been partially edited. Please keep this in mind before deciding whether to purchase the book. Thank you!

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The girl didn’t back off. She just blinked her beautiful green eyes.

After a few moments, she opened her mouth and asked, “Are you my Dad?”

Vincent laughed. He didn’t know why, but it felt funny to hear a cute little girl call him Dad. Charlie never called him Dad. Charlie never called him anything.

“No,” he denied ruthlessly, “I am not your dad. You’ve got the wrong person.”

The girl tilted her head, but she didn’t give up.

“But you look like him,” she said, blinking her beautiful green eyes, “And you smell like him too.”

Vincent fell into silence. Only wolves’ pups identify their parents by smell. The kid was a werewolf. Hadn’t he lost his wolf, he would have known it the moment he saw her.

“I am sorry,” he apologized. His heart went soft because they were the same kind, “I am not your father. But I may help you find him. Do you know what your father’s name is? Or which pack he belongs to?”

The little girl didn’t say anything. She was staring at the wounds on his head. After a while, she asked, “Does it hurt, Daddy?”

Vincent laughed again. He didn’t know why it felt so funny to hear this little girl call him Dad, but he didn’t hate the feeling.

“Yeah, a little,” he said. He didn’t try to correct the girl this time. He was too tired to do so.

The girl thought for a moment, and then said, “Wait for me, Daddy! I will go get you an Ouchie patch!”

She turned and ran off before Vincent could stop her.

After about 5 minutes, she indeed returned with a band-aid in her little hand. When she passed it to Vincent, Vincent felt his heart melt.

It was a pink one with lovely little cartoon flowers on it just like the little girl herself. He would never use it but save it in his heart like the most precious treasure in the world.