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Accidental Alpha - #12
After Stanley’s father left, Fenris sat on the floor with the wolf petting his mate and massaging his furry legs. Sometimes the first shift ached like a son of a bitch. Stanley licked him on the cheek.
“Yes, I know. It hurts a bit but only the first few times. You did a good job protecting me, but I want human Stanley now. Do you think you can be human?”
The wolf gave a soft whimper.
Fenris scratched Stanley behind the ears. “Come on. Think of long legs, smooth skin.”
Paul came to stand beside Fenris. He folded his arms as he looked down at the wolf. “If you can’t be human, you can’t fuck Fenris.”
A loud crackle filled the room. Stanley’s body elongated and his fur sank into his skin in an odd reverse growth process as if his humanity sucked the animal inside. Within minutes the wolf became human.
“There you are,” Fenris smiled down at his mate.
“Ow,” Stanley said. He accepted Fenris’ hand to pull him to his feet.
“My father is an asshole. Don’t listen to anything he says,” Stanley pulled Fenris close. “My mother is going to kick his butt when she learns what he’s been up too.”
Fenris rubbed his cheek against Stanley’s discreetly marking him.
Paul snorted beside him. “Smooth Fenris.”
He wondered briefly if having Paul killed could be traced back to him.
The Alpha growled. Paul tilted his head and looked away. Fenris smirked against Stanley’s neck. He’d let Stanley take care of Paul for now, but if he continued to give them trouble Paul would have to find another pack if he wanted to stay alive. Some people judged the viciousness of a person by the strength of their wolf. Big mistake.
“Come Stanley let’s get you some clothes, go back to your place, and take care of whatever you need to take care of.”
Stanley ran a hand through his hair. “I need to call work.”
Fenris tilted his head. “What are you going to tell them?”
“It’s more about asking them when they want me to come clear out my desk. I’m pretty certain I’m fired.”
“What do you do?” Fenris had wondered about his lover’s occupation since the Overseer sneered at him.
Stanley shrugged. “I’m an Accountant.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
Stanley stilled for a moment as if really thinking about it for the first time. “Yeah, I really do. I like to take the small accounts and help new businesses figure out the best way to set up their companies. I special in Business Analysis.”
The sparkle in Stanley’s eyes told Fenris his mate really did enjoy his job.
“We can set you up as a private consultant. Werekin can use those kinds of services and no one would make a fuss if you need to take off during the full moon because everyone else will too.”
Fenris basked in his mate’s smile. “That’s a really good idea, Fenris,” Stanley said. “I think I would really enjoy that.” He frowned for a moment. “It would need some capital.”
“Don’t worry about that. The pack will provide for you as you get on your feet. We have a special fee for new changes. We call it the welcome to the werekin fund.”
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