At the behest of his mate, Ryan was currently seated at the head of the circle with a stack of picture books pressing into his lower spine. But that was nothing compared to the toddler climbing him like he was the playground at a Gymboree. "Mommy and I wants to name the pup Yolanda," Ellie babbled as her sticky fingers traversed his body without regard. "But Daddy and Val want to name it Vladimir, which stupid."
Layla was frantically wiping down the round table, trying to prepare for lunchtime. "I don't really think that Vladimir is going to work for a she-wolf."
Ryan wrapped his large hands around the little pup's waist to keep her from falling as she began trying to get her feet onto his shoulders. "I was thinking today dat a good name for her would be Olaf, because everyone love Olaf and we wants everyone to love that stupit thing inside Mommy."
"Also not a good name for a girl," her mother called from the front of the room.
Ryan winced when Ellie began trying to use his balls as a stepping stone. "Uh, can someone, uh, get this pup down before she falls and I lose the ability to father any more pups of my own."
Rain wandered over to the pair, plucking Ellie off her mate and setting her safely back onto the rug several feet away from the horrified-looking Beta. "Ellie, please don't kill my mate. He's useful in the kitchen and he actually does laundry, so I might eventually have a use for him."
Ryan gaped, open-mouthed at the pair as Ellie giggled. "You useless, Beta Ryan!"
At this, Alexander placed a comforting hand onto the Beta's left shoulder. "The ladies are vicious today, my man. Don't let it get you down!"
The Beta cocked his head to the side and eyed the youngster. "For real," he laughed. "Are they always this brutal?"
Seated across the circle, Val shrugged his little shoulders and began scratching at his blonde hair. "Mommy say dat bwitches should smell it wike it is, Whyan." He shrugged. "Bwitches, man."
Layla stood up quickly, tossed her sponge onto the table and stomped over to the circle. "Valjean Olson, please stop talking because you're upsetting Mommy!"
Val cringed back from her, scooting across the rug and bumping into the Beta's outstretched legs. "What I do? I just say dat—"
Layla raised a finger and began to open her mouth as Ryan reached behind his body, grabbed the first book on the stack and nearly flung it across the circle. "Alright, kids. Well, since the Alpha couldn't be here today because he's probably offing-bay uglies-say with his stupid ate-may, you get me! So, let's read about —" He glanced at the cover of the book and his eyes became saucers. "What the fuck is that even?"
"PWETE DA CAT!" Val cheered, fists in the air and he was joined by several of the other pups.
As soon as her mother's back was turned, Ellie pranced back over to the Beta and tossed herself into his lap with an oomph from the wolf. "That's Pete and he's a cat, stupid!" she explained, jabbing a finger into the book's cover. "Do you need me to read dis one? I think you stupit!"
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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...
