Page 3 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
You know the answer to that.
S
I swear I’m not a serial killer!
P
Dude, that sounds like exactly what a serial killer would say.
Maple
Maybe I’m the serial killer?
S
If so, surely, you’re eager to meet us? Four sexy young alphas with hot bodies would be a buffet for a lady serial killer.
Hot bodies… I had imagined their physiques a few times. I knew that they all played sports fairly regularly, though they hadn’t discussed that in detail.
So, they were sweet, thoughtful, spoke to me just because they enjoyed talking to me,andhad hot bodies? It was obviously too good to be true.
If we were having this conversation in person, I would have shied away from this topic, but the safety of my phone screen gave me strength I didn’t know I possessed—well, it was partially the phone screen, partially my friendship with these guys.
Maple
Nah, I only go for alphas with eight packs.
S
…
J
I think you broke him.
S
I HAVE AN EIGHT PACK!!
As I was about to pick up my phone and tap out a response, an image filled the screen.
It was taken in front of a floor-length mirror. It was the body of a man wearing nothing but gray sweatpants, his head cut out of the image, so the main focus was his extremely defined abs.
Holy alpha.
Thatwas S?
His abs had abs.
D
Did you really need to show us that?
J
I think my eyes need bleach.
His pack mates didn’t sound happy with him, but there was something about the sight that stirred some deep feelings inside me.
