Fridays at daycare meant that the Alpha had the pups sitting in a circle on the carpet in the corner of the room, a picture book in his large hand and held out for the group to see. "The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind . . . " The Alpha read the words slowly, enunciating properly and grinning at the pup's wide eyes and rapt attention.
Layla's four-year-old daughter Ellie giggled and pointed at the fantastical artwork. "I have a wolf suit, too!"
The Alpha's eyes widened playfully. "Really? What color is it?"
Ellie shrugged. "I don't know. Mommy, what color is my wolf suit?"
"Blue like your daddy's eyes," Layla beamed from across the room.
"No way!" Ellie scoffed. She crossed her little arms over her chest and rolled her eyes at her mother. "Wolves aren't blue! You weird, mommy!"
"My wolf suit is hairy," four-year-old Jacob sighed and wrinkled his nose. He was seated beside the Alpha, as usual, his little hand resting comfortably on the much larger wolf's thigh. "Mom says that it gives me hairballs."
The Alpha offered up a loud belly laugh at this, hugging the little pup to his side. "Oh Jake, my wolf suit is very hairy too."
Jacob's expression brightened at this. "Does your mom complain when she does the laundry?"
The Alpha leaned into the little pup and dropped his voice down to a conspiratorial whisper. "My mom makes me do my own laundry. Isn't that mean?"
Jacob's jaw dropped. "How did you know what things to put in the laundry thing without breaking it?"
The Alpha shrugged and sat back up straight. "I asked my mom what to do," he explained. "Which is what all of you should do when you have questions about anything: ask your mom and dad."
Rain turned to Layla at the front of the room. "Oh, now he's just trying to butter us up."
"I'm all greased up and ready for penetration," Layla winked. "Bring it on, baby!"
As they gabbed back and forth, the Alpha finished up the first book of the morning and several of the pups began running in circles around the room, tasked with finding the group's next read. To aid things along, Rain handed five-year-old Rex a large, hardcover book full of short stories for children of all ages. When the pup had lugged the book back to the Alpha, the large wolf grinned. "I love this book! Thanks, Rain."
She offered him an amused salute and then returned to changing Liam's diaper.
On the carpet, the Alpha's voice boomed. "Okay, everyone sit back down. Rex, come here," he patted the empty space to his right. "Would you like to help me read this one?"
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White Lightning
Werewolf[Ongoing Serial Novel][Werewolf] [MIW] In our world, for every female pup born there were five very eager and wanton males waiting for her to turn of age. Some packs considered their females to be ripe at sixteen, but my great-grandfather had establ...
