Alpha Logan had barely drifted off when a whisper...soft, almost musical...slipped into his mind.
Daddy… can you hear me?
His eyes shot open. For a second he thought it was the fever again. The pain that had been burning through his body all week still lingered under his skin, but this… this was different. The voice was light, childlike...his daughter’s voice.
“D-Diva?” he whispered, staring at her. The pup was still fast asleep, her chest rising and falling peacefully, yet he could hear her inside his f*****g head.
"Yes, Daddy. It’s me. Don’t be scared."
He rubbed his face, half laughing, half horrified. “I’ve finally lost it. Now I’m talking to babies in my brain.”
But the voice didn’t stop.
"No, Daddy. I’m real. And you need to believe Mother."
That made him pause. His brows fur
