*Barbara*

“Oh, dear. Alpha Mark looks a bit… unwell,” I say to myself as I watch him slump into his chair. His eyes are closed, and it’s clear the drugs I told King Gene to give him have taken effect.

Looking at him, I can’t help but run a hand along my breast, pinching my nipple as my hand slides deeper. I slip my hand beneath my skirt and along the crease of my damp panties.

He is delicious, and I can’t wait to devour him! I’ll just need to drag him over to the bed. Soon enough, he’ll be all over me.

I only have one question… what about...