Deacon reached over and took one of his brothers' drinks out of their hand and sipped, “much better.”
His brothers do not dare to say a word against him.
“See you on Sunday for the wedding,” Deacon said, standing up, grabbing the first girl that was smiling at him, and walking out of the dining room.
“Prince Deacon, just a moment,” King Juno tried to stop him.
“What?” Deacon looked back at King Juno.
“Jessica is only eighteen and I think it will be best if you are engaged for a year or two first,” King Juno choked on his words, eager for Deacon to leave again.
“My brothers need wives. The sooner we start making children, the better. I will f**k your daughter in wolf form, that way she will have a litter in three months’ time, and in less than three years they will be able to shift in
