Several weeks back there had been a massive transformation in the relationship between the Alpha and his young Luna, one that was accompanied by a shift in Ophelia's personality. Where she was initially painfully shy and lacking in confidence, now she was bolder, more blunt. Whatever had inspired these shifts, the couple had suddenly become glued together — at the genitals. Layla had made a smarmy remark at work that caused Rain to take notice, and now they were seated side by side at a patio table and witnessing this bold new version of their Luna in graphic glory.
The Luna was cavorting in the pack's massive, Olympic-sized swimming pool with not a care in the world. She lounged on a gigantic inflatable slice of pizza, clad in only the tiniest little thong that Rain had ever seen. It was highly unlikely that the matching top left anything to the imagination, but for now it was missing. Ophelia's perfect tits were pointed up at the sky, basking like porcelain sunflowers. Her head was thrown back, her eyes likely shut but covered by an obnoxiously large pair of black sunglasses.
Seated beside Layla, Rain watched their Luna and groaned. "That stupid little she-wolf has been splashing around for an hour now. Doesn't she have anything better to do?"
Layla snorted. "She's the Luna, so no, she doesn't have anything better to do. You remember Amara, right? That bitch was dumber than a box of rocks, and she spent her days painting her fingernails and watching soap operas. Given, she didn't do it naked but she was still completely useless."
Rain winced at her best friend's harsh words. "Lay, it's not right to speak ill of her now. I get what you're saying, but the poor girl took her own life."
Layla shrugged but it wasn't without emotion. "You're right, I'm sorry. My feet are swollen, my tits are aching, and I'm a cranky cunt today."
Gesturing toward the Luna, Rain continued to grumble. "Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones, but that girl pisses me off to no end. I want her to do something, you know? Come to the daycare, greet the pack. Hell, she could deliver the warm meals to the Andersons and sit with them for a while each day."
"Good luck with that," Layla snorted. "Chris has a long history of falling for useless she-wolves."
As if the mere mention of his name had conjured him from air, the Alpha arrived on the scene and, with a loud splash and a displacement of water, popped up beside the pizza slice with a shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome face. His toned muscles moved in perfect synchronization as he grabbed a handful of the float and towed his Luna back to the shallow end of the pool. When he was able to stand, he loomed over her exposed body and Ophelia giggled. In full view of the nearby playground, along with Rain and Layla, the Alpha bent over his Luna and began to suck hungrily at her breasts.
Layla lowered her sunglasses to get a better view, smirked, and then rolled her eyes. "Don't say it, okay? Because, yeah, it's totally inappropriate, but no, I'm not going to yell at the Alpha. It's his pack, he can do whatever or whoever he wants."
Those words made Rain cringe. "There are pups nearby! Sophia is in the sand box, for the goddess' sake. What if she sees?"
Her friend shrugged with a chuckle. "I'm not yelling at the Alpha. He does what he does, and I enjoy watching him do it."
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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...
