Chapter46

Carrie’s Point of View My heat hadn't been quite as bad as I had expected. I wasn't about to admit out loud that Madoka seemed to know exactly what he had been doing. His head was already too big especially when it came to his prowess, and more ego might make it explode. Most of the heat horror stories involved a wolf whose mate was unable to be there for her for whatever reason, war, death, or because her mate was an asshole, so I supposed it made sense that it was tolerable and turned out to be really pleasurable with Madoka, at least when it wasn't hurting. Now that it was over, I was eager to see what the damage of our diversion had been. I walked into the office with a slight nervousness in the pit of my stomach, but was relieved to find Parker, Sinji and the others had handled it well. I supposed that was the advantage of a new pack, roles were more flexible, and no one was set in their ways. One thing that bugged me was Madoka's uncertainty. I wanted to ask him about its last ni