"Max." I tried to say playfully but my tone was anything but playful. "You know what I need. You, my Alpha," letting his title as the top dog, so to say, linger on my tongue in a more sexy tone. I was wrapped up in a giant bath towel trying not to cough from how tight Max's hand was on my throat. He towered over me, it was like his body was becoming more beastly and muscular. And even taller! How was this possible? "All things are possible, little mate." I did feel small compared to him when he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me in for a hug. Which was exactly what I needed. I'd never felt safer or more loved. It was a feeling of home. The last time I felt like this was with my dad. "Me too." Max voice broke, "yeah I was kind of a dick to my dad before he died. Worked up over something stupid about turning 18 and the responsibilities that come with being the leader of the pack." "I hugged my dad before he died. You know that feeling you get when something just feels off? L