Habitual Liar

C2- A wolf in sheep's clothes

"Richie! Come check this out!!"
Midas exclaims, his face nearly pressed against our room's window. He walked in on me a few minutes ago as I was reading the book abuelita left. It is all magical spells. That's abuelita for you... always practicing some strange variant of santeria.

I jump out of bed and ran up to the window.
I look out and see Lucius, a redhead and another hellhound man fighting a couple of men with big black wings in the courtyard.

"What the hell?!" I gasp. I watch as Lucius gets a hard punch in the face. He lurches forward and tackles his opponent to the ground.

"There they go again~ Alphas are always the first to get into fights." Midas hummed.

"That guy with the dreads is fucking hot." I sigh. The tall, dark and handsome man's bushy Shepherd's tail is somehow really hot for some reason. God, these men look like gods. Where am I supposed to fit in?

"Oh, Matt? Ugh I know, what a hunk. I'm more into his brother, Charlemagne."

"The RA with red hair? He's a looker too."

"Charlemagne is a masseuse and a cosmetologist. Crazy talented. He's more beloved than his namesake by a landslide."

"What about Matt? What does he study?"

"Matt graduated. He's only 20 in human years but he's a prodigy. He's going here for college so he can stay with Charlemagne."

"Is that so? Amazing."

"Sure, but he's an asshole to us omegas. All he does is smoke weed and roast people. He loves to fight."

"I'd give my left arm to fuck him." I mutter lustfully.

Midas chuckles and pats me on the head. "Good luck with that. I heard he's violent in bed. Snarling, growling, biting- but most alphas do all that. Matt is just... extra."
Midas pulls a bottle of vodka from the closet.

"Is he into guys?"

"I think so but he won't talk about it. At parties he'll let girls crawl all over him. He occasionally pairs off with one and fucks them senseless. He's so popular with girls... But he never dated one. He dislikes women unless theyre having sex."

"Have you ever had sex?"

"Oh hon, I've even fucked Lucius before."

"The alpha?! Holy shit! Is your ass okay?!"

"He's actually pretty gentle. Hounds are violent creatures but they're very sensual. You'll find that your sexual appetite as a demon will be much more insatiable."

"Excuse me?! It was already insatiable. If it gets worse, I think I'll just die."

"Oh it hurts but you'll get used to it."
Midas hums. I look out the window and notice that the boys are no longer in the courtyard.
"It must be time for dinner!"

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I sit down next to Midas and wait for everyone else to appear. Lucius, Matt and Charlemagne make their way in, a bit of blood on their hands. They don't seem to notice, or maybe they're ignoring it. A lean boy with green spikey hair comes down the stairs with a tall man with long, straight platinum blonde hair.

I nervously shift in my seat as Matt sits down next to me, slumping into the chair with a thud. This guy is a beast.

I shrink down in my chair and lower my ears. I can feel them shaking. Matt sniffs the air and turns to me.

"So this is the runt?"
He asks, grabbing my ear. He appears shocked. I know he can tell that I'm shaking in fear, but he doesn't care. He grabs my tail and I try not to whimper audibly.
"Jeez, these are so soft!"

"Of course they are. He's a purebred pomeranian. Like Boo or Jiff. Or Jeffree Star's dogs."
Charlemagne sighs. Charlemagne is also a massive man. However, he's not threatening like Matt or Lucius.

Midas clears his throat. "His name is Richie. Be nice to him, can't you smell that he's scared?!"

"Good. He should be."

"Matthias. Behave."
Lucius commands. Matt rolls his eyes and waits as the green-haired boy drops a plate of raw, bloody steak, striped bass and pork on the table. I feel my stomach churn and growl at the same time. Something inside me has been telling me to attack and sink my teeth into the bloody meat as soon as the stench hit my nose. But my morals stand in the way.

I whine and grab my aching stomach. Midas rests a hand on my shoulder.
"Richie, no hound can resist meat. I know you feel bad now, but it's the circle of life. It's you or the animals."

"But I..."

Matt turns to me and cocks an eyebrow. He looks kinda mad.
"You were a vegan, huh?"

I nod shyly. His face softens.
"The alphas kill all of the meat. Everything dies, you know. It's better that we hunt this food ourselves. They don't go to slaughterhouses like the cows and fish that are sold in supermarkets. We kill them like they're killed in nature."

"Still, I..." I whine and cover my eyes, feeling tears slip down my cheeks. "My stomach hurts so bad, but I can't-"

I'm no vegan. I eat what I can get. But I... don't want food. I don't want to gain weight.

"Hey, it's okay. Close your eyes, and I'll help you."
Matt hums. He seems to be kinda nice now, so I obediently close my eyes.

I'll take the attention. He's being nice.

The tall man grabs a piece of steak and cuts it up with a fork and knife. My hearing is too good to not know what's going on. But still, I find myself unable to disobey.
I feel a huge, warm hand grab my jaw and force it open. I feel something salty hit my tongue. He closes my mouth and makes me chew. I swallow thickly, and open my eyes to look up at him.

"See? Not so bad, right?" He smirks. He holds up another fork with steak on the end.
"Eat a little more so you don't get sick. You're definitely gonna be weak after that medicine. Until your hormones are balanced, you need to be eating lots of protein so that you develop correctly. Keep that fur soft."

I blush and open my mouth again, letting him feed me. I flick my tail lightly, and I'm sure it's a scene to behold. Midas looks shocked. In fact, everyone seems surprised. Lucius is smoking a cigar with an amused look on his face.

I still don't get how this scary bully of a man is suddenly feeding me like a baby. He was treating me like an object only moments ago. Despite my knowledge that this man is dangerous, I'm wagging my tail as he feeds me.

Now I'm in tears again.

"What is it this time, crybaby?"
Matt asks, wiping a tear off my cheek.

"It tastes really good." I sniffle, wagging my tail.

Matt looks shook, for lack of a better term.
"Pfffft, little fucker."

I think I can get used to this kind of pampering.