The Lost Pack
Remy calls after him as he follows me into the living room.
“And some wedges,” I add.
“Like a pack of damn wolves,” Parker mutters under his breath.
“It’s for Jax. He’s a growing little alpha, he needs all the extra calories,” I tease.
“Yeah, the kid eats better than half of our warriors,” Remy grumbles.
The living room is chaos within minutes. Cushions on the floor, Jaxon’s hoodie abandoned by the sofa, controllers and game boxes scattered everywhere.
“Alright, little man,” I say, sinking onto the sofa and grabbing a controller. “You ready to lose?”
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