The Alpha and the FBI Agent

Sweet and Sour Pork

Frankie

I jump when Clay spits soda everywhere, and some of it lands on me. I didn’t think what I just said was shocking. I pat his back while he chokes. “What?”He finally manages to say.

“I was sixteen, and Floyd was seventeen, and we were at an Alpha meeting, and well-“ I gesture with my hands. I laugh as Clayton looks at me with knitted brows. “Alpha meetings, a bunch of alphas, get together to discuss issues and form alliances, s**t like that. My Dad always brought all three of us even though Jamie had no interest in it.”

Clayton nods. “So, werewolves have conventions.”

“Yeah, I guess you can say that,” I laugh. “I hope you aren’t upset by that. I was sixteen long before I met you.”

“No, that’s not the shocking part, Frankie. You just told me that you had s*x with the man whose de