#Chapter11
New Faces, Old Anger
As I was honestly contemplating whether or not having twelve pups is considered both /"decent/" and /"sufficient/" as Alastor adamantly insists on putting it, there were three short and soft knocks on the door of his bedroom.
I stiffened below Alastor, a bit frightened as to being in seen in such an intimate position regardless if it was with my mate. This house, after all, is full of deltas from the eastern pack.
Except for the deltas who are still in training, and mated deltas who moved into separate houses with their respective partners. So basically, this is a house with numerous rooms filled with unmated deltas.
Nonetheless, I don't know anyone of them, except Alastor, and I don't want my first impressions to strangers be /"some delta's bottom/" or something.
Since you know, Alastor's a top and everything.