And in that moment, I realize I do.
I have a really good alpha.
This becomes even clearer when we decide to go for a walk instead of going back to sleep. I put on my pendant, and Glenn stares at it long and hard, his eye twitching slightly as I place it under my shirt, directly against my skin. But I’m not going out with my scent wafting all around me. It’s just not something I’m comfortable doing around other people.
His hand slips into mine as we make our way out of my place and onto the city street. It’s late, but the bars and clubs are open, and lines of people are waiting to get inside.
“You want to get some ice cream?” I ask as his arm goes around me and he pulls me close. “I know a great place.”
“Your ass tastes like vanilla ice cream, just so you know,” he says lowly, and my cheeks burn as my cock twitches between my legs. “I could just go home and eat you for dessert.”
“Oh my gods, stop it.”
He grins down at me as we continue our stroll down the street.
People move past us, having places to go, but we don’t move any quicker. Just keep our stroll leisurely. When we make it to the shop, he holds the door open for me. There are a few people lingering inside as we step up to the counter and look at the selection.
Glenn goes for vanilla. I go for rocky road. The girl behind the counter gives us both gigantic scoops, and I know now I won’t be able to finish mine.
We move outside, sitting on a bus bench, our legs knocking together as we eat our ice cream. As Glenn licks his cone, my pants go tight.
“Seriously, you need to stop that.”
“I enjoy seeing you squirm,” he says.
I let out a small whimper when I see a bit of vanilla ice cream lingering on the corner of his lips. I can’t help but lean forward and kiss him.
He groans deep and low into my mouth, and we only pull apart when I hear my name.
“Arbor?”
I pull back and feel my chest constrict at the familiar-sounding voice. Fuck, not now. Not here.
Glenn cocks his head, taking in the man standing before us. He has a cute, red-headed beta tucked under his arm, but he looks the same. Still just as tall, still just as awful.
“Hello, Vince.”
Glenn’s fingers crunch through the ice cream cone at the sound of his name, and I feel his body tense up against mine.
“What are you doing here?” I ask when he doesn’t move, his nose is curled up slightly, as if scenting me.
“Just out on a date. You?” His gaze moves to Glenn, who has ice cream dripping down his thick fingers.
“Just out with myalpha,” I say.
Vince’s eyes widen at that. He probably thought I was going to die alone. He really didn’t think anyone would enjoy my scent, would ever enjoy being with me.
“Don’t look so surprised,” Glenn says, his voice threatening.
The beta under Vince’s arm wiggles out from under it. “I’m gonna go get our table before they give it away to someone else. I’ll meet you there, babe.”
And then he rushes off, leaving Vince to continue to linger over us.
But he’s not lingering for long. Glenn stands, his body so much bigger and stronger than Vince will ever be. He tosses the broken ice cream cone into the trash near us and wipes his hand on his pants.
Vince shrinks back slightly as Glenn puffs up a little, his strong arms and chest almost vibrating with anger.
“You should go get your date,” Glenn says, his voice low and dark.
