Woof, Woof, Bitch. | MxB fantasy [Discontinued]

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ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᶦᵖʰᵉʳ.

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     I was pulled out my sleep-like state and into reality. I was in a car with Brucey. But how? And why?

     As soon as I got out of my funny daze, I managed to hear that he wasn't talking. Brucey was looking at me directly from the drivers seat.

     "Uh, hi? What- h-" I started, speaking very airy. 

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[Calm down, we're headed to Bruce's home to stay the night. I'm here, my sweets.]

     "Riley. Buddy. Calm down with the pheromones, please?" I hear Brucey say.

My what?

      "Riley? Did you stop? Your pheromones are a lot, ya know?" Brucey pokes nervously. 

     I blink at him. "My pher-neon-no-menones...? Nos?" I say in confusion.

    "Your pheromones, Riley. Pheromones." He repeats, slower this time.

    "Phernon-no-moans." I try again.

    "Pher." He begins.

    "Pher." I repeat.

     "O" He continues.

     "O." I repeat.

     "Mones." He finishes.

     "Mones." I repeat.

     "Pheromones." He says.

     "Pern-ono-o-moan." I say, with a completely straight face. He snickers and then sighs.

     "Well, you little babe, we're going to my house. So tell me, what's going on with your parents? Anything new?" He asks, cooing at me. At the mention of my parents, I tense up and put up my walls.

     Right. Now to answer the question. "Not- ya know, not much? I-uhm- just don't wanna go home- uhhh- can we go to my house instead?! You can... drop me off!" I shout, looking to avoid a bad punishment.

     "No. Your mate wanted me to bring you to my house for a reason. What's been going on at home?" He asks, though it sounded more like an order.

     "Uhhhmm... Ya know! The... family stuff! What else? could be happening! Heh... heh." I reply.

     Wow. I bet he's so convinced.

     "Riley. Tell me. Now. This is obviously serious and I need to know. As an alpha, it is my duty to protect people who can't protect themselves," He starts, and I feel very insulted,"I can't rest knowing you're being hurt. You're too sweet, Riley."