The Alpha and his Awaited Mate
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”Super strength doesn't protect my lower back from the weight of human academic ambition” I rumble, flashing her a grin as I tape up the heavy box anyway.
As I lean down to grab the next stack of papers from the bottom shelf of her closet, an old, faded plastic binder slips out, spilling its contents across the linoleum floor. I pause, kneeling down to scoop up the stray pages, but the second I look at the top sheet, my jaw drops.
It is a crayon drawing. A spectacular, highly anatomically questionable crayon drawing.
”Oh my Goddess…” I choke out, my shoulders starting to shake with uncontrollable laughter.
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