TRISTAN
Oh, what a delectably wild night.
Back when I was Alpha, I used to think business evenings were the worst. It was during pack meetings that I truly felt the weight of the title. The responsibility of having to cater to over a thousand lives, combined with the notion that whatever decisions I made would deeply affect their lives, was extremely stressful. By the time I would return to my room, I was usually drained.
For the first time though, as a rankless man, I got to see a different side to the political events.
After Zahra and I made it home following the end of the business dinner, I took her to bed and claimed her again, and again, and again. The smell of my fresh seed dripping out of her drove me insane through the remainder of the night. That, and the adrenaline constantl
