Chapter 173
Chapter 173
“My Alpha, you see. He’s pretty uhhhh how do I word this? Pure. There we go. He’s pure. There’s no
way he would take Alpha Crestfield and ya know… sex her. Like no way. Not happening. Isn’t possible.
The chances that he’d have sex with her is the same as the chances Emerson would like vagina. So
yeah. Not possible. Emerson is as g ay as can be.”
Isaac turns to Emerson who nods with a shrug,
“Yeah, not possible. I like men too much for there to be a
Honestly, the three should’ve known saying these thin chance Alpha and Alpha Crestfield f ucked.”
would end in karma. Karma in the form of
feeling the room above shaking. It’s like a mini earthquake except theres thuds in the room above.
Slowly, the three men looked at each other..
“That uh… that’s where his room should be… right?”
Isaac asks quietly, his cheeks getting uncontably red.
Weston nods very, very slowly and sports his own red hue. He looks to Emerson who’s staring at the
room above in mortification,
“…So Emerson, you sure you don’t like vagina? Not even a little?”
“Here’s the game n,’
Weston looks at the two in front of him and points behind them. Both men looked over their
and shoulders to see the wooden door leading to the Alpha’s room. Each male a little eager concerned
as to what the actual hell was going on in there. All sorts of thoughts ran through their minds. None of
which were anything decent. Since the very awkward and almost mortifying thuds they’d hearding
from that room, the three resorted to tense silence until Weston suggested going up the stairs to
investigate. They were all very convinced some activities were taking ce inside that four walled
room, but Weston insisted on confirming their suspicions. Of course, he argued that it was “for the
safety and well being of everyone in the pack house that we need to do this” but Emerson and Isaac
doubted it when he wore a huge grin on his face. Resembling the cheshire cat from Alice in
Wondend.
Which exins why the Beta and both Ga mmas were currently crouching behind the decorative nts
ced in the hallways a few feet down the Alpha’s master bedroom. While Emerson had no idea why
the actual f uck he agreed to this nonsense (not that he actually did), Isaac had no choice and was
simply roped into ying a part of Weston’s shenanigans. Every so often a wolf or two would walk by
and make a face at the odd trio. How could they not when three grown men were failing miserably in
hiding behind potted nts while suspiciously ncing at the Alpha’s chambers every few seconds.
The wary side nces they’d throw over their shoulders didn’t help their case either.
“Guys, I got it. I have a n. Isaac, you go knock on the door and wait for one of them to answer.
Emerson and I will stay behind and watch.”
Isaac makes a face, looking at Weston who giggled like a little schoolgirl. He obviously thought this
idea of his was bulletproof. Of course the f ucker was choosing to feed him to the wolves.
Literally,
“What?”
He deadpans. He can’t even hide the slight panic in his voice. Just imagining what would happen to
him if he interrupted their… special time was enough to make him shiver. He had a huge feeling he’d
be missing an arm or leg… maybe a head.
Chapter 173
“Why am I the human sacrifice?”
He asked, ducking his head lower and dropping his voice an octave down.
“Cause you’re close with Alpha Crestfield and there’s no way Alpha will hurt her by killing you. I mean,
you should probably avoid crossing his path by yourself since I’m sure the man could make anything
look like an ident. Like, oh wh oops, Isaac fell down the stairs and somehow got his heart ripped out
during the process. What a weird, tragic ident.”
Weston gets lost in his thoughts for a second before he shake himself out of it,
“But anyway, that’s not the point. If either Emerson or I goes, he won’t hesitate to snap our necks, ya
feel? That’s why you need to go. It’s bulletproof. Kind of. I guess. Or at the very least, it’s worth a shot.”
Weston rambles, nodding to himself near the end. Isaac rolls his eyes, frowning a bit. The door leading
to the Alpha’s room was intimidatingly scary. Like behind it would be his inevitable doom. leading to the
Alpha’s room was intimidatingly Honestly, it kind of was.
“And you don’t think Selene would want to kill me
Isaac asks with a co cked brow. Westolses (00?”
his lips in thought.
“You did hear about how she tore Windril’s spine out right?”
Isaac adds quietly. Emerson’s mouth formed an ‘o’ as realization dawned on him. Weston doing the
same as he opens his mouth to retort but wisely decides to shut it. He pondered for a minute, lips
thinned as he noddednguidly.
“Point taken. Don’t poke Mama wolf. Got it.”
The satisfaction from his admission of the defeat was short lived.
“So…. now what?”
Weston asks, looking longingly at the door. Sure he couldn’t think of a n but that didn’t make his
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