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"Okay, okay," I laugh. I hold up my hands, palms out, trying to keep the onslaught of pack children from swarming me.
It doesn't save me.
The kids surge forward, clinging to my limbs like a bunch of koalas, their grips unrelenting.
I'm trying to leave the playground. I've been trying to leave for half an hour but these kids just seem to gain more energy with every passing second.
I thought the parents would have taken their kids home by now but the automatic floodlights that illuminate the play area are no deterrent. Most of them refuse to help, instead finding the image of their Alpha being overtaken by their children quite amusing.
And honestly? I love it. No pain, no regret or heart wrenching aches I need to swallow down. Now I have at least a dozen children clingi
