Alpha Octavian. Tall, dark, handsome. But behind closed doors he's fucking weird as shit. This is a story about him meeting the love of his life. ×÷×÷×÷×÷×÷×÷×÷×÷×÷×÷×÷×÷ Wow. Just wow. I saw her, I finally saw her. Granted she was blurry, but I swear to Timon and Pumbaa that her distorted outline was the hottest I'd ever seen. When I got back to the pack I had to try very hard not to grin like an idiot.Now, as the responsible Alpha I was, I had immediately gone back to work. Or so my pack thought. A couple of days ago there were some problems with my door so I had someone come in and fix them, they left a box of those latex glove thingies. Therefore it was only proper for me to blow every one of them up and spin around in my chair for two whole hours. ÷+÷+÷+÷+÷+÷+÷+÷+÷+÷+÷+÷+÷+÷+÷+÷ "You're sick." I muttered against his lips. "I know." He nuzzled my nose. "And you're my cure."