Her Alphas

Chapter 1

The first memory I have of my parents was of us lounging in the living room. My father and I were huddled around the fireplace. My mother was seated in a rocking chair as she read from a book with an old, worn cover. I was sprawled across my father's lap, as I always did when he sat with me. My mother used to tease me that I was daddy's little girl. And it was the truth. I would follow him everywhere, and even try to help him with the matters of being an Alpha. He would often laugh at my enthusiasm and let me tag along. I remember my parents and I sitting like this often. One time, I got up the courage to ask about my siblings. I knew I had to have them. Everyone had siblings.My father looked at my mother and they seemed to have a conversation without saying a word. My father then looked down at me and launched into the story about my older brother."He was born with a recessive Alpha Gene," he said to me. At the time I didn't know what that was, but I figured that if I continued to