To The Two Alphas I Love
he mutters under his breath, but I just shrug because I don’t care, “Just don’t do anything wild.”
“Of course not. I’m a sad drunk,” I let him know, in case he doesn’t remember how sad and pathetic I was after the party we went to in the Blues pack when Georgie blocked me, “I’m only wild when I snort something… hehe, that was a jokey joke.”
He’s about to pop a vessel.
“I know damn well you’re not joking, I’m not stupid. I know the type of stuff you’ve done,” my brother mutters with an annoyed scoff. He’s such a goody two shoes, “Fortunately, you won’t find any of that here.”
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