Habitual Liar

C10- Schmuck Dynasty

Matt doesn't smell like Matt at dinner. He smells like me. Everyone notices.

I'm utterly mortified and lose my appetite.

My alpha wont have that, though.

"Come on Rich, eat! You've been doing so well!"

I whisper in his ear.
"They know! They know that I rubbed myself all over you like a crackhead lunatic!"

Matt chuckles. "Well, yeah, but that's okay!"

"No, it isn't okay! I'm so embarrassed. I don't even know why I did that..."

Matt grabs a rib, opens my mouth and slides it in.

"You look good with something long in your mouth."

I roll my eyes and slowly chew on the meat.
Matt wraps an arm around me and I shrug it off.
I don't know what's going on with us. Does he like me, or is this all a sick joke?!

There is silence.
Lucius clears his throat.
"Richie, we all know that you scented Matt. It's okay, you don't have to be embarrassed. Midas had cum in his hair yesterday."

"Guilty as charged."
Midas smirks, and Charlemagne is red now, too.

"I didn't try to. He was the one who smelled good first."
I huff.

"Well, yeah, that's how it works. Like I said, it's okay. Hellhounds are sexual creatures. We can't help it, and it doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman. When we omegas want something, we get it. Omega pride!"
Midas exclaims.

"Matt has a notoriously strong scent. One time, during a rut, hounds from the girl campus come over to find out who the scent is coming from. He isn't the type that usually gets easily aroused though."
Charles comments.

"Guys, I'm right here. Stop talking about me like that. Of course I get horny, I'm a guy, I just dont feel like fucking anyone."
Matt rolled his eyes.

"B-b-but... does that mean you don't have sex?"

"Jesus no, I'd rather die than be abstinent."

"Then...? I don't get it..."

Matt blushes and shuts his mouth.
"Neither do I. I-I don't know... Am I gay?"

I shrug.
"You might not be straight but you could be bisexual or pan too. Who knows, but don't worry about it. Just follow your instinct."

"I never thought I'd hear that from you. An omega telling an alpha to follow his instincts..."

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After lunch, I had been packing my duffel bag for school.

This prestigious school offers special job training courses that can actually certify students for the actual job. Since this massive campus includes an elementary school, middle school, high school and a college, classes here are strange. You can take anything as a class. For me, I have dance, martial arts/combat skills, theater, choir, orchestra, marine biology, geometry, and and an English writing class. It's an eight-period day.

Lucius pointlessly knocks on my door as he walks in.

"Hey Richie, have everything you need for school tomorrow? Do you know where the classes are?"
He asks, sitting down beside me on my bed.

I nod. "I'm so excited! I have no idea how my classes are supposed to prepare me for the future, though."

"You're only a first-year. Combat skills is the only class that will really teach you anything about being a hound. See, we have to work for our right to stay in our favorite classes. Everyone at this school has a supernatural talent; everyone has a job. The leviathans and mermaids clean the ocean and work on ecological conservation. The forest nymphs plant trees. Succubi and Incubi are sex workers, and take pride in it. Witches make medicine. Werewolves or hellhounds are responsible for hunting and assassinations. We also can be policemen or soldiers."