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Rafe
A pig roast.
The female is driving me mad.
That’s nothing new, but each day that passes having her enter and leave our compound without my sinking my teeth into her shoulder to forever claim her as mine makes me more and more aggressive, more on edge.
I swear, despite her agreeing that we can’t be a couple, Adele is trying to drive me insane. Today it’s a pig roast, or as she called it, cochon de lait. A taunt at me for insisting she serve more meat.
It means she’s been here since early morning pit roasting three pigs. The entire property smells of delicious, mouth-watering meat, and it’s drawing prey animals to our territory. I had to growl at a pack of coyotes slinking through the trees, and now I just caught the scent of an opportunistic bobcat.
I scan the boulders to loca
