So, we’re really doing this?
We’re doing something. Hell if I know what.
You won’t be able to take it back.
Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? For me to buckle down and be part of the pack?
Part, yes. Alpha…
I pulled up so short in the middle of the sidewalk that a female human behind me nearly slammed into my back. She threw a few choice words my way, which felt somewhat deserved given that I’d almost caused her to muss her fresh blowout, so I broke the cardinal rule of Upper East Side and mumbled an apology. With a huffing readjustment of her pale blue Birkin, she hustled away, leaving me with a parting shot of her surgically sculpted rear not bouncing even a little bit in black leggings that made the shiftskin under my T-shirt and jeans feel like loose pajamas.
I stepped out of
