The food. Holy fuck, the food. If I didn’t have a tingling bite from an alpha on my thigh that was still making my blood burn then I could’ve sworn I was in heaven.
I never cared about food, it was a means to an end, a by-product of survival...
The food. Holy fuck, the food. If I didn’t have a tingling bite from an alpha on my thigh that was still making my blood burn then I could’ve sworn I was in heaven.
I never cared about food, it was a means to an end, a by-product of survival...