Chapter Seventeen — The Prize
“Explain it to us, Tom,” Mike said. “You lost me with the prize money.”
“After Abbi gave birth, I wanted in too. So, I used your sperm, Mike. More than once, until Dahlia’s pregnancy took.”
Mike’s brows furrowed.
“Everything was going according to plan until her litter was all males. Eight crossbreeds — eight points. It paled compared to your lot. I had no chance of winning.”