Another pitiful whine, and he finally looks down at you, his one good eye examining you critically.

“It’s not safe for pups to be out at night.” The alone is unsaid, but it was implied. “Especially not pups as small as you. What were you thinking, pup?”

God, you reeked of puppy scent, it was going to drive Slade insane, his alpha instincts roaring to protect comfort soothe calm.

He almost wished he had ignored the pained yelps. Who is he kidding, he couldn’t stand to ignore the sounds of a pup in distress.

No, he just had to take the leisurely way back to his nearest safe house after carrying out another contract, this one for a lot more money than he was usually paid. He wasn’t one to ask questions, as long as he wasn’t being asked to kill a pup.

Speaking of pups… Slade looks down at you again, smelling scared thankful embarrassed angry all over you. You really had no clue how to hide your emotions, did you?

“You’re damn lucky I came by when I did, puppy,” he says. He’d heard the sounds of a pup in distress as he was walking, and he couldn’t just ignore it, he’d never forgive himself, imagining one of his pups being in your place. He’d found a small pup- you- in an alley, snarling and biting at the three full grown Alphas that had surrounded you. Your actions hadn’t seemed to deter them, no, instead seeming to encourage them.

He was still disgusted, the smell of terrified pup and lusting Alpha stuck in his nose. He’d taken care of those ~~monsters~~ men quickly, knocking all three of them out within a minute.

“Go home, pup. I hope you learned your lesson.” Harsh, blunt, pissed off. You were so small, he just wanted to-

No. Absolutely not. He is not going to claim a pup that already has a pack scent. Besides, he already has his own pups, he’s got Rose and Joey and Grant. He is not going to claim a random pup just because they made a stupid decision to go out at night, alone, in pajamas, while being a puppy.

He’s so fucking screwed, isn’t he?