Bite Me, Alpha Cole
Tommy asks, grimacing.
“Nadia needs an escort to the bathroom,” Cole murmurs, reaching up for Tommy’s bedding, which he hands over. “I’ll get you sorted.”
“What’s happening?” Shayne asks, lifting her head and looking blearily around at us.
“Slumber party,” Cole says, turning to her with a smile.
Shayne gasps in delight, pressing her hands together.
“Would you all shut up!?”
The four of us turn toward the anonymous voice somewhere across the room. My shoulders slump as I realize that Cole is right – my choices now are to either just let the stupid wolf boys sleep on the floor or be a complete jerk and wake everyone up.
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