CH41 Wolf Family That Transcends Racial Hatred
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Sweat streamed down Alex's back as he locked eyes with the two adult wolves.
Their bodies were tensed, muscles rippling beneath sleek fur. Their eyes gleamed with raw killing intent—and yet, beneath that wrath was a silent warning.
Hurt our cubs… and die.
Alex gulped.
He glanced at the cause of this predicament—the five wolf cubs sprawled out across his body like he was a living mattress.
He had been so focused on meditating, recovering from his buff-induced fatigue, that he'd completely tuned out the outside world. His instincts hadn't even flagged the cubs as a threat—so his focus had remained inward, allowing them to climb on him without resistance.
One cub had nestled between his crossed legs. Another had coiled on his thigh. Two more had curled up lazily on each shoulder.
And the last one—the largest of the lot—had climbed on top of his head, sitting there as if it were the crown prince of some imaginary kingdom.
