Alpha Anthony.
If I had thought about going low and asking for Darcy to be called back to the pack house, then I would have denied everything about that.
But under the influence of alcohol, everything can do done. And since then, I can’t seem to keep down my d**k in control because whenever I think about Bridget, I’d see Darcy smiling in front of me instead.
It is driving me crazy at this point. I stared through the balcony door, as Beta Michael and Darcy walked into the pack house.
Darcy looked normal, just a little bit different from when I had seen her last. She held her duffel bag as if it was something dearly to her.
None of them could see me because of the way that I had stood. They can only get a sight of me if I let them to.
“Fuck.” I cursed.
I could feel myself growing har
