Habitual Liar

C8- The first incident

Today the air is thick.
Thick with sexual tension.

Matt looks better than usual. He smells better than usual.

The smells around me have been amplified. The smell of the raw meat on the table is making my mouth water.

I'm changing again. This time, it's my nose.

I turn to Matt.
"I can smell everything. I feel like my nose is getting better every minute today."

"That's great! Soon you'll be able to distinguish us by scent. You'll also be able to smell pheromones."

"Ph-Pheromones?"
I ask.

"Yup. It's awful." Midas groans. "You can smell it every time an alpha or beta gets horny. If you smell too much of it, you could go into heat. You go into heat cyclically once a year, otherwise."

"HEAT?!"

"Yes. All hellhounds have a point in the year when they are most sexually active, as do most canines. For an omega, it is a heat. For an alpha, it is a rut. Depending on the status of a beta, it can be either. During a rut or heat, a hound will feel an insatiable desire to fornicate. Even jacking off wont fix it."
Matt hums, eating his lamb chop.

My mouth goes slack-jawed.

"WHAT?! B-but I already feel the insatiable desire to fornicate!!"
I exclaim, slamming my fist on the table.
"My balls will fall off!"

The entire pack laughed at me.

Matt places a hand on my shoulder.
"It's okay, I'll be here to help you feel better."
He coos with a wink.
I look up at him and blush bright red.

"R-really?? You'd do that??"
I ask with big Bambi eyes.

Matt smirks and makes evil eyes at me.
"Of course. All I need to do is prescribe some hormone suppressants."
My eyes widen and my face turns an even darker shade of cherry.
"HA! You should see the look on your face."

Two can play at this game.
I bow my head and bury my face in my hands. I sob and lower my ears, as if I was weeping.

"H-hey Rich, I-I didn't mean to make you cry! S-stop crying!! I can help you through your heat other ways too-" Matt's eyes widen as he hears himself.

So he is acring off. This is not the Matt that they know... I look around at their shocked faces.

I jerk my head up and grin at Matt.
"YOU SHOULD SEE THE LOOK ON Y- wait, what??"

Matt smiles.
"I guess we're even."

I shove a piece of lamb in my mouth and cross my arms.

"I guethh we arehh."
+++++++++++

A tall, buff woman with dark mahogany hair is taking my measurements with a tape measurer. Her name is Cheryl, and I'm pretty sure she's banging Lucius. I feel like a dog at the groomer.

Matt, Lucius and Charlemagne were watching and laughing as she poked and prodded me.

"Okay, all done! That wasn't so bad, was it?"
She asked, patting my head.

"How old did you say you were again?"

"I gave up counting after 10,000 years."

"I've seen so much freaky shit this month that I'll buy it. Can you explain to me what I'm being fitted for?"

"It's an extremely high-tech suit if armor that's capable of protecting you from bullets, stab wounds and other ailments. The suit itself is fueled by your aura. As long as you are still alive, it will still function. Your aura is the color that radiates off of you. All colors are made of light. The suit takes that light and harnesses its power like a solar panel. For people with special conditions, you can add attachments. I have an asthma attachment that can keep your airways open during battle."

"Looks like I don't need Matt anymore!"
I joked.

Matt almost dropped his blunt.
"Oh, That's cold."

"Just kidding!"
I wink at him and he rolls his eyes. I turn to Cheryl.
"So how much do I have to pay for the suit?"
I ask, pulling out my wallet from my back pocket.

"You're so adorable. Omegas never pay for something if there's an alpha around. It's the rules."
Cheryl giggles.

"Don't worry about it Rich, I'll pay for it-"
Matt whips out his checkbook but I step in front of him.

"They're not walking banks! Besides, it's not like I'm dating either of them."

"Not yet."
Lucius smirks and pulls ten Bens out of his wallet. Matt growls and puts his blunt out on Lucius' shoulder.

Uh Oh.
I smell a dominance display.

Lucius growls for a few seconds and flattens his ears to signal a warning. He then whips around, his eyes a sea of black. Matthias dodges a punch and kicks Lucius in the side, but Lucius is unaffected.

It's a genius vs. a brute.

Matt is guessing Lucius' attacks and waiting for a chance to strike.

"Come on Matthias, that isn't how an alpha should fight."

"You're one to talk! A real punch should look LIKE THIS!" Matt exclaimed as he punches Lucius right in the nose with precision.
Lucius, bloody, turns his head against Matt's fist, which is still planted against his nose.

While they rolled around on the floor, I wrote a check for a thousand bucks and handed it to Cheryl, who smiles and hugs me before walking out.

They're wrestling on the floor, biting and growling.

I sit on the floor and whimper, burying my face in my hands.
I cry. Like, tears and all.
I weep loud enough for them to freeze in place, recoil from one another and rush to my aid.

Bingo.

"Please stop fighting!" I sob, hugging both of their arms.

Matt smiles softly. "Lucius promises not to be a big fat meanie anymore."

Lucius snarls.
"YOU STARTED IT!"

Matt grimaces. "No, you were being an asshole first!"

I sob louder.
They shut up.
With red cheeks, droopy ears and tears falling from my chin, I bark a shaky command to them.
"Both of you, say you're sorry."

Matt sighs. "I'm sorry for putting my blunt out on you, Lucius."

Lucius rolls his eyes.
"I'm sorry for trying to flex in front of your boyfriend."

Matt growls under his breath.
"Watch it."

I smile and wipe my tears.
"Now hug!"

They hug each other hesitantly, and I join in.
I feel powerful.