Alpha Julius
I look over to Julius, who chose to wear navy pants and a white shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top button undone in an attempt to appear relaxed, formally informal.
A wolf whistle from the door pulls me from my thoughts, and my eyes land on Dean, dressed similarly to Julius as he leans against the doorframe. “Well don’t you two scrub up nice, almost as if you’re the Alpha and Luna of this pack or something?” I smile, my shoulders relaxing a fraction as his presence relieves me of some of the bone-crushing pressure I’m feeling.
“Not too shabby yourself, Deano.” I slap a hand on his broad shoulder as a greeting, like I’m one of the boys.
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