Alpha Julius
Maia POV
“Come on, is there a bicep muscle where your brain should be? Just let me in!” A familiar loud, sassy voice whined from the front door.
Dean and I had been in the lounge for the better part of the morning, abiding by our house arrest as we watched every serial killer documentary our local streaming service offered, when an unrelenting sequence of loud knocks had come from the entrance to the pack house.
I looked over to Dean, who looked completely oblivious to the outside world as he watched the latest Jeffrey Dahmer series with nothing but pure worship in his eyes.
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