The Alpha’s Blessed Mate
A million-watt smile spreads across her face as she peppers my face with kisses, and a squeal leaves her lips.
“Alright, already, let's grab some more food; you’re gonna need it to keep up tonight,” I say as I pull her to picnic tables littered with leftovers from the barbeque earlier. I pick up two paper plates and start piling on pulled pork, macaroni salad, baked beans, and potato chips onto both. Lyra meets me at a picnic table with a beer for me and a seltzer for herself. We sit with a perfect view of the moon reflecting in the water and can still see all the pack members enjoying the energy recharge of the supermoon.
Lyra lays her head on my shoulder, “I wonder how many found their fat