Leslie lounged on the couch, laptop balanced on her knees, typing furiously. “And then the Alpha growled, ‘You’re mine, forever.’” She snorted so loudly Reba poked her head in. “Are you mocking humans again?” “Mocking? Please. They pay me for this.” Leslie wiggled her brows. “This chapter alone just bought us new tires for the truck.” Reba groaned. “Our survival rests on paperback smut.” “Exactly,” Leslie said. “You’re welcome.”
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