“Please,” Sawyer begs softly, arching against Bishop. “I want it, I want you.” He feels like he’s burning up. Sawyer doesn’t understand what’s happening to him. Doesn’t understand why he’s craving all of this so much. Why he’s even thinking about babies. That’s not even possible, right? He aches as he tries to rub himself against Bishop.

“A…alpha,’ Sawyer says softly, he knows what Bishop is and he’s not a wolf but… he knows the other him was, that Bishop was his alpha… “Please.”