Wrangled by the Alien Rancher (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #2)

by Ursa Dax

yanked open the door to the warden’s station and stormed in, not stopping until I’d reached Darcy’s side. My tail went ’round her waist. “I do not care who you are,” I told the pale-haired human woman before me. “I do not care if you are Darcy’s mother. I do not care if you’re the warden.” Somewhere behind me, I heard the warden sigh. But I ignored him, plunging onwards. “I do not care if you are the Emperor of Zabria himself! No one comes here and speaks to my wife that way. No. One.” “Fallon,” Darcy whispered. “It’s alright. I-” “It is not alright!” I thundered in response. “You are perfect, Darcy. Precious.” I faced her foul mother once more. “You say Darcy is not good enough? I say that you’re a fool.”