Alpha Denzel went to freshen up at the packhouse. Valerie had just finished supervising the setup and had returned to change as well.
She had already finished with Denver, who looked ravishing in his cute tuxedo. "How is it that he looks cuter than me?" Alpha Denzel said playfully when he came out of the shower, kissing Denver on the lips.
"I heard that our mini selves should always be a better version of their original," Valerie shrugged. "I would have called you a failure if our pup was less good-looking than the father."
Denver smiled, but the next moment, Denzel's hair strands were wrapped around his little fingers.
"Ouch, why are you being so mean?" Denzel screeched, and Valerie laughed. "That's because you left before he woke up."
Denzel managed to free himself and lifted Denver in his arms. Only a towel was wrapped around his waist, so Valerie took a quick picture of them.
