The Alpha's Hidden Triplets
“Go toast with Booker instead! It is his special birthday night, and you guys should be getting his body completely hammered on liquor, then throwing his heat straight into the arms of a lovely, wet female wolf to celebrate his raw manhood! If your claws don't do that tonight, your beasts are not really men.”
The other alphas, sensing Keaton’s deliberate intent to shield my hands from more drinks and noting my highly sour mood, quickly turn their wild attention back to Booker instead. The crowd gets incredibly rowdy, shouting that they will see Booker’s bachelor days ended before the moon sets, accompanied by raucous laughter and deeply risqué, dirty jokes about mating.
Not wanting to dampen
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