Instincts

“It’s cute to see you waddle like this,” Ruth giggled as she watched me shuffle around the room, moving stuff because I was feeling irritated by the way things were lying here and there.

“Of course, it's cute to you,” I huffed.

“What? Don't act like you don't enjoy being pupped up like this. I know damn well you like your alpha fretting over you,”

I rolled my eyes. “It's a complex matter. There are times I love it but there are also times when I feel just tired. I can't even see my toes! Even putting on my socks is hard,”

“Doesn't Alpha Cassian help?” Ruth raised her brow, throwing another almond into her mouth. Sometimes I wonder if she only comes here to eat my almonds.

“He’s the one putting them on for me every day. And look at my tits. They're getting bigger and bigger like what the hell? What are they getting so big for? I could feed the whole pack with these,”

“Eww,” Ruth scrunched up her face. “Don't put that kind of image in my mind,”

“What are you thinking, you pervert girl