Chapter 389

Lenore didn’t understand. She didn’t realize this is how we attracted new breeders, because she wasn’t one herself yet. She was in a state of confusion. Maisie was more intrigued that we were hitting on a married woman at our supper, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.

“I couldn’t,” Robin said.

“Your loss,” Master replied.

We gave Robin the food order, Maisie got the Ceviche, Garlic Lime Chicken Tacos, and Tres Leches cake. The rest of us ordered two large dinner boards, which was a selection of the house BBQ’d meats, pickles, a Street Corn Succotash side, cornbread, honey butter and the house BBQ sauce, to satisfy the meat dietary needs of the wolves. We also got the Terlingua salad for the humans to share. When Robin left, Quinn gave an exaggerated sniff, letting the rest of us, except Lenore and Maisie, know how aroused she was.

When Robin returned with another waitress with two trays of food, they put everything down, then the other waitres