Faust caught the gum in his hand and popped a piece in his mouth, deciding to ignore Sol’s comment on his breath. He was practically a hero after all. “I’ll let that slide, but only because my stomach and I are grateful for your food delivery.” He grabbed the cereal box before anyone else had a chance to get a hold of it and hugged it protectively to his chest.

There was a bang and a clatter – not to mention a naked fellow laying on the floor.

The alpha chuckled to himself. “Poor guy…” He pulled the unconscious West inside and pulled a blanket off one of the chairs to cover him with (for modesty’s sake). “What should we do with him?”

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