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Dennis turned to look at him, “Is that how you know? Because you - you-”
Robby met his gaze and laughed, warm, his brown doe eyes shining like mischief and dread. “I eat it real good, sweetheart. You should know by the way I kiss you.”
Dennis blinked, momentarily caught off guard. His mind snapped back to the core of his thoughts: desperate and needy. His breathing stuttered, uneven, and he knew his scent was pouring out, carnal and fiery, because Robby’s nostrils flared in response. Dennis thought, how the hell did we even get here? Ah, right. Wetting the beard. Never have I ever. Top ten reasons why he wanted to ride his alpha’s face into next Saturday. Right.
mono·mania
[ˌmɒnə(ʊ)ˈmeɪniə]
exaggerated or obsessive enthusiasm for or preoccupation with one thing.Bookmarked by Mournerbride
07 Jun 2026
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It was a good plan. Pity she waited too long.
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He takes a deep, rattling breath. “Before–you asked me if I was gay and I said no.”
Your heart stops, stomach tightening. This would certainly make shit easier. Head down, you take a step closer, advancing on him. “Did you lie, Randy?” you whisper. “Have you been fucking lying to me?”
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Dennis had been more than happy pretending to be a Beta. Patches were expensive, and he always felt bad when he slipped a few from the hospital supply. But the momentary guilt and a rash or two were a small price to pay to avoid being an anomaly among his peers. The fact that he got away with the deception for so long was a miracle in and of itself. It was only a matter of time before something like a massive patch recall managed to throw a giant wrench and an inconveniently timed flash heat in Dennis' life.
With nowhere to go and no idea what to do, Dennis was forced to accept Dr. Robby and Dr. Abbot's kind offer to wait out his heat in their spare room. And hope that the massive crush he had on the two Alphas didn't make a mess of everything.
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“Whitaker, you need to sit down. You have a concussion.” The voice next to him tries to tell him, and it's almost familiar this time.
“Yeah I realized that, I am a fuckin' doctor. Student doctor. Whatever.” he replies, turning to squint at the man sitting next to him. “Look, can you just get Dr. Robby? He’ll tell you I'm fine, I gotta get back to work, I got… patients and shit.”
The man looks at someone behind him, some expression he can’t quite figure out. He starts to say something else, and—oh shit he’s gonna throw up fuck—he tries to lean away and not vomit all over anyone else. He doesn't quite make it.
“Shit,” yeah, he definitely ruined that guy’s shoes. Whoops. “Sorry.”
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