Chapter 32: Tensions At Dawn

Maximus "She won't try to escape, will she?" Leonardo inquired, his attention focused on the paperwork scattered across the desk detailing pack affairs. The sun was barely cresting the horizon, it was early morning casting a golden hue across our office situated on the outskirts of the packhouse, far to the south. This location was deliberately chosen for its isolation, allowing for uninterrupted work and fucking women without interruption. Yet, beyond its initial purpose, the office served various other functions. At present, we were wrapping up some pack business to return ahead of schedule. "Leo, she doesn't have a means to," I replied, casually flipping through the documents. Several upcoming pack celebrations were marked, including the imminent announcement of the mating ritual. I pondered how Maya would react upon discovering that she'd be chained to us forever. "She knows the pack guards will swiftly throw her back to the house if she attempts an escape during the day. She's mor