After I Told My Brother I Wouldn't Need His Scent
READING AGE 12+
The morning I told my brother I would stop relying on his scent, my next heat was already twelve days away. For years, his calm, familiar Alpha pheromones had been the only thing that could settle the panic and fever that came with it. I knew the arrangement was unusual. I also knew Eli had put his own plans on hold more than once because I was afraid to ask anyone else for help. So I made a promise I meant to keep: I would find another way. Then a new Alpha joined the small community clinic where I worked, and her presence made my carefully managed world feel impossible to control. I could accept help without making it a debt. But could I trust myself to want someone when I no longer needed her?
Unfold
I went to the clinic for my final scheduled exposure session on a rainy Monday morning.
The program had never promised that I would stop needing help. It had promised that we would find out what my body could do, what it couldn't, and what choices I had. The session was a review, not a graduation.
Mara met me in the hallway. She h……
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