What boy? "Right away Alpha." I looked behind over my shoulder and saw the dark-haired young wolf that kissed my cheek earlier. "No, no! Please, he's only 18," I heard the frantic wails of a man. "Let me go," the boy pleaded as Dwight dragged him up the steps. "Shut the fuck up and stand over there," Dwight grunted as he shoved the boy up to my mate. "What's your name, boy?" Alastor asked, towering like a mountain over the slender boy. "Dennis, My Alpha." Dennis trembled as he spoke, refusing to look my mate in the eye. "Dennis, what a marvellous name. A name fit for a man," my mate rumbled. "Are you a man, Dennis?" "I—I," Dennis was at a loss for words. "Do not stutter when you are talking to me, boy. I asked, are you a man?" The force of my mate's words rattled the chandeliers up above. "I am a male, if that's what you mean, my Alpha." "Someone is playing smart. Let me rephrase that. Have you ever fucked before?" Before Dennis could answer, I screamed, "No! No! D
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