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“Have I been scent-marking Whitaker this whole time?” He said in lieu of a greeting. Jack Abbot was leaning on railings when he arrived, perfectly peaceful before Robby disturbed him so early in the morning with his crisis.
“Good morning to you too, brother.” Jack just raised an eyebrow at him,
“Jack,” he pleaded desperately. He didn’t know what came next no matter the answer.
“I thought you finally found the one,” Abbot shrugged, seemingly indifferent to the absurdity he implied.
Robby could only massage his forehead with both hands, groaning.
OR, Michael Robbinavitch was a textbook alpha who had everything going for him. Except, he wasn’t, and Dennis Whitaker was changing everything he knew about himself.