Chapter Seventy-Six. The Aftermath.
Alpha Del’s Point of View.
“DEL… I LOOOOOVVVVVEEEEE YOUUUUUUU,” I hear as the door to the farmhouse slams open.
Oh dear, my mate is as they say here in the UK. Pissed as a fart! I have never known how a fart could be pissed, but they have weird expressions over here. Anyway, I digress. My mate is staggering in from her girl’s afternoon, sniggering and laughing, as she trips over her own feet. I rush to catch her, chuckling at her antics, and shaking my head.
“Come on, somebody needs to go to bed,” I grin at her, as she giggles up at me.
“Yes, pleaaaassssseeee,” she slurs, and giggles. Then begins to sing. My mate has a lot of talents, but, you can trust me on this, singing is not one of them.
“Give it to be baby. Aha. Aha,” I chuckle again, a
