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Manea’s reassurances that no one could measure up to him brought a wider, more salacious grin to the dire brute’s muzzle. "Damn straight," he remarked with a rumbling purr when his wife nipped at his ear. Already she was beginning to stir the smoldering lust in his core, so much so with her intoxicating perfume that he was imagining ravaging her in a variety of ways once he got her settled in. The poor wolves of the Hallows… Hopefully loud moaning and impassioned screaming in the night wasn’t uncommon in these halls or the residents wouldn’t be getting much sleep for the next few days. Manea had quite the way of bolstering his male ego, knowing just what to say and do to make him feel like all the man she needed in her life. Now that he reflected on it, actually, he couldn’t recall seeing her hook up with any other brutes. Perhaps he was keeping her well and truly satisfied on that front—or perhaps his mate had an inclination towards smaller women instead.

It didn’t take long from her call for another wolf to approach them at the border. The newcomer was a young male, tall as Alastor was with an athletic build, toned without being stacked like he was. From the way the young man carried himself, Alastor assumed this was the alpha of the Hallows. His suspicions were confirmed when the wolf smiled and greeted Manea by name and title, welcoming her back before fixing fiery amber eyes upon the demon wolf and correctly guessing he was the husband. Manea greeted the wolf back as Artorias Carpathius, then introduced him to the alpha. "Quite the pleasure to meet you," Alastor said and dipped his head to the other dire, surreptitiously sizing him up and studying him while Manea explained the reason for their visit. A part of their vacation getaway before returning home.

Alastor grinned his knowing smile between Manea and Artorias, looking the other brute over with hungry intrigue in his obsidian eyes. He was enjoying the show of his wife teasing and subtly flirting with the other alpha, shooting a curious glance to Manea while he watched her interact with Artorias, picking up on how she spoke and looked at the other brute with intrigue. He’d have to ask her if she felt any desire to include the potentially lucky male in some of their vacation antics—and perhaps his lovely queen as well.

"Alastor Mendacium"