His Plump Mate
The warriors are salivating and one is on his knees, begging for a piece of brisket, while the omegas are waving spatulas in the warriors faces, trying to fend them off.
I can’t help the full belly laugh that escapes me at the sight. The omegas are being fierce and the warriors are looking sad. “Are these the mighty Blackstone warriors trying to eat the food for the Luna Ceremony?”
Even Austin is laughing. “My omegas look more like warriors at the moment.”
David, one of the warriors who helped build the smokers, stood up, “Come on Luna! I’m wasting away to nothing. Can’t we get a sample? We helped you build the smokers after all.”