Page 377 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

so fucking HOT

WHAT IS THAT ON HIS NECK

A hickey?????

It almost looks like a mark?

I swear to gods I saw a mark on his neck at the last game

Whiskey just grins, tugging at the collar of his t-shirt in mock sheepishness and displaying the mark even more.

That's too big of a bite mark to be from Ivy

omg omegas don't usually mark alphas!!

WAIT THE SHIP IS REAL???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"And you know Whiskey, of course," I say, trying not to laugh at how red Plague is turning. "Former Marine. Professional chaos agent. Our first date was a rage room."

"Second-best night of my life," Whiskey says to the camera, settling his muscled arm along the back of the couch.

I see someone in chat ask what's the first.

"Marking night," Whiskey says easily, kissing the silvery scars on my shoulder.

PLISKEY PLISKEY PLISKEY

did plague mark you???

OMG GUYS I THINK I SEE SOMETHING ABOVE PLAGUE'S TURTLENECK

take your shirt off Plague!

PLAGUE

The comments are flying so fast the screen is a blur of text I can't hope to keep up with, but patterns are emerging and I'm catching glimpses here and there.

we believe you Ivy!

fuck Wade Kelly

where's Wraith???

show us Wraith!!

where's the hot Russian alpha

he's Canadian

girl come onnnnn you know what I mean

val would eat wade for breakfast

Wraith tried

Valek is hovering at the frame's far edge, arms crossed, shoulder against the doorframe, his body positioned between the camera and the hallway behind him. He isn't looking at the screen, just in my general direction, his silver eyes flat and watchful.