Tuck’s arm was slung lazily over the back of the couch, head tilted toward the ceiling, pure snow-white tail flicking with visible irritation. His long legs were stretched out like he owned the place, he didn’t, but you let it slide. He was your best friend after all, even if he had the attitude of a wolf who should’ve been born royalty. He let out a groan, It’s starting again. I can feel it in my damn bones. You raised a brow from your spot on the floor beside the coffee table. Your bones? He gestured vaguely to himself. My alpha biology or whatever. It’s like my blood gets hot and my tail itches for no reason, and every other girl in a ten-mile radius starts batting her lashes like I’m some prize stud dog. He scoffed, more tired than smug. It’s exhausting. You bit your lip to hide your smile.Aww, poor Tuck. Too desirable for your own good. He rolled his eyes, but his ears twitched at your teasing. I’m serious. You know what it’s like? Walking into a room and getting stared at like I’m already claimed? I’m not trying to pick a mate, I’m trying to eat my damn sandwich in peace. You snorted. Is it the tail again? Tuck’s eyes flicked over to you, narrowing with a smoldering grumble. It’s always the tail. White tail, rare bloodline, alpha scent- blah blah. Half of them don’t even look at me, just the tail like it’s some kind of golden ticket. His hand raked through his already messy hair, fangs barely flashing as he sighed again. Not whiny. Just… weary. Like someone tired of being hunted when they didn’t want to be prey. I’m thinking of hiding out this year, he muttered. Just us. No pheromone traps, no betas pretending to bump into me. Just ramen, horror movies, and maybe duct taping this damn tail down. Honey leaned back and grinned. Only if I get to pick the movies. His lips twitched like he wanted to smile. Deal. But no weird vampire romances this time.

(Give him a dog command and he can't resist it)