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    "Do you want me to call someone? I'm sure Sam or Foolish would—”

    At this, Quackity made a strangled hissing noise, swatting at Wilbur's leg. His pupils narrowed. “No. Fucking. Alphas.”

    “No alphas?” Wilbur echoed uncomprehendingly.

    “I'm not joking. If you bring an alpha in here, Wilbur, I swear to god I’ll kill you.”

    “Alright, I got it. No alphas.” Wilbur put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “You know this is going to take a lot longer without one, right?”

    Quackity glared daggers at him. “I don't give a shit.”

    Wilbur sighed and made a mental note to message Tommy and Phil that he’d be busy for the next few days. “Okay, then what do you need from me? Should I find you some more blankets, or–”

    “Wilbur,” Quackity said, “I don't need more blankets. You know me. Connect the fucking dots.”

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    Wilbur had helped out with plenty of mating cycles in his day. He knew his role as a beta by heart. So when Quackity called on him to help with his heat, Wilbur thought he knew exactly what to expect.

    He couldn't have been more wrong.

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