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Noel sat at the kitchen table, smiling as he watched his man eat the breakfast he slaved over. The young wolf couldnt help the smile, he felt so lucky to have Dylan in his life. "Do you want more orange juice?" He inquired, nodding to the empty cup. “Or anything else?” Noel was happy to serve Dylan. He deserved it, Noel’s body still ached from how rough Dylan was last night, and the boy lived for it.















