“HOW COULD YOU JUST leave them hanging like that? Where is Angelica? What about the strong, angelic, alpha baby?” The creator shouted the moment he appeared in the cave.
“Well, you see, father.” Clotho hiccupped.
“You told us to make a decision.” Lachesis shrugged.
“We had to rip off the band-aid and get it over with.” Atropos pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.
“That does not answer any of my questions.” He ground his teeth.
“We didn’t leave them hanging.” Clotho frowned and studied the tapestry.
“They won’t remember what happened.” Lachesis also took a closer look.
“We reversed time to before the mating week. Before this entire mess happened.” Atropos grinned at all of them.
“The baby doesn’t exist at the moment.” Clotho shrugged.
“She might exist in the future.” Lachesis
