Becoming His

BECOMING HIS

ALBANY WALKER

CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter 1

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

7. Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

10. Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

20. Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Epilogue

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I’d like to give a huge thank you to my mom and dad for giving me the courage to write this book, and the feedback they gave me all along the way. Even when my dad told me I was a good storyteller, but a terrible writer. Totally true by the way my editing needs editing!

Next comes my baby girl Emmy Lou if I hadn’t been holding you in my arms for countless hours every day I never would have taken the time to put the words that crawl around in my head on paper.

Without the constant encouragement from my hubby and our three boys, who are so very proud to tell people that their momma is a writer, I probably would have stopped perusing publication a long time ago.

To all my Academy girls that never stopped rooting for not only me but all the writers in the group, you are AMAZING.

Lastly, I’d like to thank Wattpad for giving me a place to let my words roam, and for all the readers that took time from their lives to not only read my stories but also express to me what they thought of them.

To you, my readers.

Thanks for being part of my journey.

PROLOGUE

Five years earlier

I smile, looking up to my mom as she playfully bats my dad’s hands away from her so she can finish making my birthday cake. I’m fourteen today. Big deal, right? If I’d only known then that it would be my last birthday with them I wouldn’t have whined that my dad had a surprise for me, that did not include my friends and a party.

“I know you want to hang out with your friends, sweetheart, but tonight give an old man a break. Let me keep the two most beautiful women all to myself,” my dad said while giving me puppy dog eyes.