Nursing the Alpha

It started with a contract.

I'd express my milk for what I thought was a family in need.

No names. No questions. No strings.

Just a big check.

Then I found out the truth.

The man buying my milk isn't a stranger.

He's someone I know.

Someone who's been doing things to me without my knowledge.

And he doesn't just want my milk.

He wants all of me.