shaved, and he looked weather-beaten. He didn’t belong in the dumpsters, though. “Drake Hawkins. I’m Wes’ alpha.” “Great to meet you,” Otto said, glad that there was someone watching over the Dumpster Omegas, at least for tonight. He followed Drake’s gaze to a small omega leaning on a stroller, favoring one leg over the other. “That’s Wes,” Caulin said, tugging Otto over to the stroller. “And that’s Lucy.” Lucy seemed to be a year old—not that Otto could tell, considering how much time he didn’t spend around children. She watched Wes, Caulin, and Otto owlishly, sticking her thumb into her
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