LET THE GAMMA FALL FOR ME

It was supposed to be just a one-time encounter — just letting out the steam that had been fuming between us. He was not made for relationships, while I just got out of one and was not ready for another.

But that one-night stand with the playboy Gamma of the Black Shadow Pack turned into two nights, and then three, until I could no longer count the number of times he knocked at my door whenever he wanted to get laid.

And I just let him in.

Every damn time.

But then, the nights of passion turned into two stripes on the pregnancy stick. And he wanted nothing to do with it.