She wasn’t talking about bacon.
The center tables were packed full of beastly men sitting on chairs too small for their backsides. There had to be at least twenty of them–wolf shifter males not just their butts. More Alphas than I’d ever seen in one place. It should have been illegal to have this much testosterone in one room.
Biceps flexed as the Alpha shifters shoveled food up from their trays. Dimpled grins and chiseled chins as far as the eye could see. A deep chested laugh came from the bearded shifter who looked like a lumberjack. The messy haired beast with brooding eyes next to him clapped another guy on the back with a deliciously muscled forearm. Chairs groaned under their weight. The tension was thick.
As thick as the thighs that spread out to make space for their massive...
