(Prince's POV)
I woke up to the moments of fingers running my tail. I yelped at the feeling.
"Michael cut it out!" I screamed
"Sorry but it's so fluffy"he cooed
" yeah and the most sensitive part of my body! "I said"How do you like it if I mess with your tail Jackass! ?"
I pulled on his tail and he screamed. It wasn't like a painful scream either, it's pleasurable but irritating at the same time if it came from someone else.
"Okay, I get it!" he laughed
He went to his human form before looking into our closet for some clothes to wear.
"I'm just wondering...when are we gonna have sex?"
" why are you asking that? "
"I'm just curious" I said"The last time was when we mated"
"Um...maybe...um...tonight?"
" I like that"
"Finally, I thought you would never do it"
"Speaking of the devil"I groaned
" Oh quit it! "
"Prince!?" he said in a worried time
"What now"
"What happened to our clothes?"
" What!? "I screamed
I moved him out of the way and all of our closet they were gone, there just two boxes in there.
" Who would do this!? "I screamed
" I know who"he growled"ALRIGHT YOU BASTARDS GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE RIGHT NOW! "
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"Michael why would we do that to you?" Tito said"That would just be mean"
"Yeah"Jackie said
" oh really because the only people who would do shit like that is you! "He shouted
He had all of his siblings here in one bedroom. This is not going to be pretty.
" Mike maybe you forgot to do your laundry "Janet said
" that wouldn't be possible because I just washed out clothes yesterday "he said
" Shit! "Jermaine muttered
" oh so you did do it! "He snarled
" Well....yes we did!"they admitted
"Where did you put them"
"Can't tell you"Randy giggled"It's prank the alpha day"
"Prank the what...oh no"I said
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The Alpha and omega (Completed)
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