“It’s just having a human scent around while we’re so in touch with our wolf makes us a little more animal. Makes us crave a hunt, and resisting that and the craving to sate our females is hard. Especially when I can feel everything from the entire pack,” he said, his head falling back on the door, his eyes closing.
“What do you feel?” I whispered.
“Their lust, their need, their fury. Our females are strong this year, and the wolves are trying, but they have to f**k and f**k until the females are done. The wolves can only go so long before they tap out and a new male takes their place.
“It can go on for days, usually three, but this year? The males are struggling to keep up. It’s f*****g pathetic, to be honest, but we are the alphas, and usually our strength is a part of the collective
