I looked around but didn’t see her anywhere. The last placed I expected to find her was on the dance floor. I’m not sure why I had assumed that a ...regnant woman would not want to dance, but there she was. Her dance partner was so tall that it looked like he was dancing with his young, pregnant daughter.I waited for her to return after the song ended but she stayed out on the dance floor. She was now in the arms of another much shorter guy. After that dance he walked her back to the table and. And he was pretty vocal about it. A little weirded out by the overt advances, I decided to go for the second, more chill, dude. This guy was aesthetically similar to my first time guy. He was blond, skinny (actually, thinner than the first guy), and 23-24 years old. Although, it wasnt his looks that really enticed me at first. It was actually his offer of cuddling in front of a horror movie that drew me in like a fly to a light. And then I was off! He had a small apartment near Times Square, so. Maybe they wanted to fuck her again, or maybe they wanted to eat her. Maybe they just saw her as a threat. Whatever – whilst she was in the Alpha's favour, she would be safe. Of course, she would have to find a name for him. There was no sign of a collar – though a slightly worn and roughened line on his neck suggested that he probably did wear one once. What might he respond to? Red perhaps (his fur was reddish after all). Maybe Alpha? Alpha Red? Alfred! That was it, she'd call him Alfred.“How. ”“Like what mommy?”“Valarie, some things are for when you are older, go buy them now and wait with him outside. If you cannot handle the responsibility of taking care of a boy for 15 min how do you expects to have one of your own when the time comes?”“Yes, Mum, Come on, number two.”His name was Greg, but it had been a long time anyone had called him anything but Number two. He was the second male in the house. The man who had been milked for sperm to create him was number one and he was number.