His Pet

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Conner avoided Braden like the plague. It was hard- really f*cking hard. Apparently werecows or whatever (he thought that sounded so ridiculously stupid) had a great sense in smell. He thought all cows did was eat a lot of grass and moo. Apparently not.

Wolves also had a great sense of smell, so he was pretty accurate in deciding to bolt. He hopped from house to house, staying clear of any fat a$$ cows. His friends didn't really understand, but he didn't expect them to.

After narrowly missing an encounter with the beast, he finally ended up back at Emerson's. His house was nice and spacious, he liked staying over. If you could get over the incessant moans and screams of pleasure bouncing around the walls at every f*cking hour of the day. All Emerson and his mate did was screw around, he swore. No wonder the little thing was already pregnant, Emerson never took his d*ck out.

Still, Conner offered his full support. In his own way. He couldn't deny about his nonstop complaining and whining. He was a needy little son of a b*tch.

Conner knocked on the door, his duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. When Emerson greeted him with a smile, blocking the interior of the home, he knew something was up. He gave the air a quick sniff before growling, pushing past him and into the kitchen. He knew what he smelled. And he did not like it one bit.

It was Braden.

A/N: So hey babes. I was going to rewrite the one scene from His Monster where they butt heads and argue or whatever, but that's a lot of work and I don't want to seem too repetitive. Instead I'm going to insert clips from that chapter with info to refresh your memory on what went down. If you remember, you can just skip ahead.