Thirty-six Days Before
This is the last day that we are here in this messed up pack. And I'm glad because last night, their low excuse of an alpha crawled into Greyson and I's bed with me laying down in it while Greyson was showering. Him having an excellent sense of smell, could smell alpha Paul in our bedroom. Mixed with the men's shampoo that he was using.
So, seeing Greyson walk out of the bathroom butt naked was defiantly something that will haunt my dreams from here on to an eternity, and the fact that Greyson Jr. was eight inches long which makes me fear the mating ceremony that is now thirty-six days away.
After a red-faced Paul walks out of our bedroom, Greyson just smirked at me and said that "it's waiting for me" whatever that means.
Here we are the day after, Sophie and I
