"i knew they were so dirty, then they'll wake up and pretend to be fucking saints. Oh yeah …fucking…saints. That actually rhymes and makes sense. Who knew Micajah Orlov had a brain?" Carl said as he continued to stare at Angelo and Hera.
If they had mated as wolves, then it wouldn't take them log to mate as humans. This could only mean that everything would be okay. They would be safer, they wouldn't have to deal with shit on their own.
They wouldn't have to deal with everyone who wanted Hera for themselves and more than anything, the most important aspect of the mating, they would have people to confide in. Angelo always talked to his brother, but he only did that when shit was almost hitting the fan.
He was always the one caring or everyone, and with their mating, he would have Hera, as Hera would have him. They were two complex beings who needed the love and care that only they could accord themselves.
