“They’llallshow up to see if it’s true,” Mathlin said giddily. “We better have goods ready to sell. Especially the new stuff. We needed more test subjects and paying customers, anyway.”
Titan stared at him for a long moment. Then he shook his head slowly. “Fuck. You’re right, but... Fuck.”
“Everybody has some aches and pains,” Mathlin said. “The brownies will help. They might even spread the word.”
The alpha sighed. “Fine. But I’m not looking forward to showing the pack.”
Mathlin winced. “Come here, I’ll give you a hug.”
From the way Titan perked up, maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing, after all.
Hamilton laughedthe loudest of them all. He also whipped out his phone before Titan could stop him, and snapped a picture.
The pack laughed too. Before Titan could get too grumpy, Mathlin grabbed him and dragged him back to his cabin.
“I’m sorry,” Mathlin said guiltily. “I swear I didn’t know this would happen. I’ve never tried the whole ‘magic jizz’ thing before.”
“Did it at least heal something?” Titan grumbled.
“Let me look.”
They sat down at the kitchen table, Mathlin probing Titan’s arm with his healing magic. He found some odd patches of fur under Titan’s cast.
But to his surprise, there were no breaks in either of Titan’s forearm bones.
Mathlin frowned and pushed his senses deeper, studying the flesh that surrounded the previously-broken bones. “Where are they?”
“Where are what?”
“The cracks,” Mathlin said, confused. “Your bones don’t even feel newly healed, they feel like they’ve been strong for a while.”
Titan’s eyebrows crawled up. “So it worked?”
They stared at each other.
“Maybe. You can remove the cast,” Mathlin said doubtfully. “And try lifting some heavy stuff. Slowly.”
Titan pushed out the claws on his other hand and began ripping through the cast. He glanced at his bicep in surprise. “It doesn’t even hurt that much anymore.”
Mathlin frowned. “I need to rework that wound. It’s not healing right.”
“Yeah, I know. But it hurts less than before. I think... Whatever you did to your cum, whatever I swallowed, it helped.”
“The magical healing cock exists,” Hamilton crowed in the next room. “I told you sooooo!”
“You could even bottle your cum and sell it,” Titan said, different emotions warring on his face.
Mathlin shuddered. Letting unknown alphas drink something that came from his body? “No, thanks.”
Was it him, or did Titan look relieved?
When the cast was off, Titan grabbed the nearest thing—a jar of pasta sauce. He lifted it carefully and set it down, testing his grip. Then he hefted a chair off the floor.
Mathlin expected him to wince and drop the chair, but the alpha gently released the chair without looking pained.
Instead, Titan’s face held an intense mix of emotions. “Fuck, Math. This... This is amazing. It worked. My arm’s healed. I thought I had to wait for weeks to save Twin Buns, but you stepped into my life and...”
He looked like he might burst into tears.
