Fifty Seven.

Alpha Vander

Pulling the folder from her hands, I place my hands on her stomach. The heartbeats were not clear enough yet, but the vibrations were strong. In a day or two, I would be able to tell if it is twins or triplets. For now, I enjoyed knowing that my heirs were growing inside of her.

“You are carrying more than one.”

“No, you are wrong. I don’t need more than one.” She retorts, her grey