Boys, some of the boys are tired.
feel awful.
It is heavy.
It hurts.
My God.
Caleb and the rest of the boys are ordering me not to step in.
But I cannot just leave it like that.
Boys, those who need tenderness and love —
Come to me.
I am right here.
I hold the Alpha close.
Kiss his hair.
Stroke it.
Stroke his back.
Kiss the bridge of his nose.
Kiss his closed eyes.
And now Caleb is pulling me away by the elbow.
Boys.
He will not let me do this for very long.
But my energy is here.
After the practice:
Solpulse — A Woman.
Or in silence.
Oh God.
That is it, I have to go.
Someone is already growling.
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