May 10th, xxxy
"GODDESS, I'M SO HORNY," Miki whines, uncaring about the slip. That's a statement his sister will say should be reserved outside of polite company but it is okay if the company is his mate-to-be.
The coronation was in a word, utterly boring. Watching the joining of two Packs should've been more exciting than a verbose political speech about untiy and family and friends. Even the gifting of the procession was nothing to write home about. Alpha North had presented Alpha Ulo River with a horse —quite useless in the age of cars but useful for leisure riding.
The wine is good, the food great but being this close to Alphas (and betas), to Captains revealing their firearms in tight shirts —and Alphas in their perma state of dominance posturing can make an omega salivate with lust.
Alpha North looks at him, champagne flute near his lips. "Right now?"
