TWO ALPHAS AT WAR
The muffled sounds of pleasure continued to rage through my ears and instantly, I knew it was from Stanley's room.
At first, the moanings were from a female but while I lingered, a more baritone voice yelled in ecstasy, and right away, I knew it was Stanley. It had to his sassy girlfriend‒Amanda. She was the only daughter of Alpha Thomas, the third greatest pack in ranking‒the Red moon pack. She was yet to have her wolf, but had the certainty that my brother, oh, foster brother was her mate.
The moaning got louder, irritating my nerves. “Do they think we are all deaf?” I gritted my teeth in anger.