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When her blood red claw touched his chest, Max snarled a warning, his eyes flashing gold as the Puma warned her off. With a gasp she backed away. Her head dipped in submission, an instinctive response to the Alpha power Max now exuded. It surrounded him in an unseen cloud, forcing all before him to do his will. Max rarely found himself in need of it, but today she'd pushed too far. She slowly backed away from him as a growl rumbled in his chest. He kept it going until she was completely out of Simon's workshop, pissed beyond belief at her persistence.

Emma,” he growled. "Oh, pooh, you don't scare me, so stop growling,” she yawned. She turned to look at him. " Max's jaw was moving, like he was grinding his teeth. “I can find out. " "Wow,” Emma breathed. " He looked at her quizzically out of the corner of his eye.

Simon sighed, leaning back against his workbench. " The entreaty in Simon's voice barely registered. Max was waiting to hear Emma's voice again. "Oh, no, don't think you can get out of having that window finished today by sweet-talking Becky. " Simon winced. Max's cock twitched. Emma? Hmmm. Emma. "Okay, okay. I'll have the damn window done today. ” Simon's shoulders were quaking with laughter, his voice filled with respect. Max frowned at the affection in his Beta's voice. "Mm-hmm. Becky and I will be going to the masquerade.