His mother taught him that alphas were evil. That they're sneaky, aggressive assholes he needs to stay away from. Otherwise, he will be hurt and left with a wound that cannot be repaired.
Maybe she was right.
"Mom, why won't Pran's parents let me play with him?" Asked several-year-old Pat, sitting facing the back of the sofa, trying to see the figure of the other boy through the window. Unfortunately, only the image of his dad appeared in the glass, who, seeing Pat, made a sour face as if he had swallowed a whole lemon, and then quickly covered his view with a curtain.
Pat's mom sighed, feeling the pheromone of her son's sadness in the air.
"Mom, do I smell bad?"
"No baby. Mr. and Mrs. Siridechawat don't smell pheromones the way you and I do. Betas hardly smell them at all, much less have any of their own. Maybe they're just jealous of it?" She said, clearly wanting to cheer her little boy up with a joke, yet Pat remained confused.
"But Mom, doesn't it mean they don't like Pran too?"
"Why would they, baby?"
"You say they don't like us because they're jealous of the smell. Does that mean they're jealous of Pran too? Whenever Pran is happy, it smells so nice. Like caramel popcorn!"
His mother seemed confused.
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