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Gore sat at his desk going over the amount of deaths that have occurred over the past two weeks.

Other Alphas had contacted him with the same issues, saying that they would join packs if ever needed, but he had a hard time focussing because he could think of nothing but Harlow.

There was also the fact that he had been walking around with his shaft straining against his pants for two days now.

Every time he tried to have sex with her, someone interrupted.

Gore sighed out. He wanted Harlow so badly, especially since she had agreed to the mating process and wore read.

He brought up a picture of her that he took a couple of days ago. She was fresh out of the shower.

Gore growled out as he ran a palm over himself.

"Do you need help with that?" Harlow asked, materialising out of the wall.

Gore looked over at her. “How long have you been there?"

Harlow shrugged, making her way over to him. “Long enough.“

She came to a stop in front of him, then looked down at his pants. Bravely, she reached