Vicky revs the car back into life and steers you back towards the den. By the time you arrive the rest of the pack is already home, showing off their findings. Drugs, ropes, chains, and even a few collars. Elma went to the horse supply store and came back with a canister of pills covered in warnings.
"No way is he going to fall for this shit," the Alpha growls as you walk past him.
"It's the only plan we have," you remind him softly.
"It's the only money we have," he replies.
"You're the Alpha," you say. "Remember that. This is your pack, your plan."
He opens his mouth as if to retort... but then he sees your bag. "The fuck? Did you go to a sex shop?"
You straighten defensively. "It was having a sale."
"Jesus Christ," he mutters.
Ed tugs on the Alpha's sleeve. "I think I have an idea."
"What sort of idea?"
"A good idea."
"Well, that'll be a nice change," the Alpha grumbles.
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