Chapter Nine | Scent

~George's P.O.V~

I glared up from the TV as Clay arrived from his errands.

"George," Clay groaned. I rolled my eyes, getting up from the cozy couch.

"Clay." I looked at the Alpha.

Clay Looked over at Charlie. "Charlie, can you go please?" He asked. His tone of voice made it sound more like an order rather than a request.

Charlie let out a deep sigh. He looked at me, then back at Clay.

"Charlie!" Dream snapped, growling at the weak Alpha. Charlie ducked his head, hurriedly taking his leave.

"Clay?" He looked exhausted, it was different for him. Worry flashed in my gut; mostly for myself.

"George..." Clay looked at me.

"Clay? Is... is everything okay?"

He looked deep into my eyes. "Come here."

Hesitantly, I took a step backwards. "Why?"

"George!" He yelled, advancing as I stumbled back.

"Clay, calm down," I begged, frightened. Clay was always scary.

"Come here! Please..." Instead of making me come to him, it made me back up, hesitantly.

Letting out a deep-throated growl, he suddenly lunged toward me, grabbing my shoulders and slamming me against the wall, holding me there.

"Clay!" I yelped, pain scorching through the back of my head and shoulders.

"When I tell you to come here, you listen to me!" He snarled close to my ear.

Why is he always like this?

He sniffed the air, growling. "Why don't you smell right? You don't smell like me!"

"W- well..." I started, stuttering, "...I- I took a shower..."

"Why?"

I shook. "Clay, I smelled bad. Am I not allowed to-" I yelped as he bit into my scent gland. "Clay!" I screeched, starting to shake.

I pushed him away, getting him off of me. He growled, narrowing his eyes. "Change!" As if on command, I shifted, cowering away from the Alpha who had also switched.

"Come here," he growled. Fear changed any plans I once had. I let my ears fall to the sides showing my submission. I walked over to the Alpha, obeying.

He grabbed me by the scruff, holding me in his jaws. He placed me on the bed, curling around me. He was so warm. He put his paws over mine, restricting my movements.

"Stay." He nuzzled at my scent gland. I closed my eyes, ignoring the Alpha as best as possible.

So much for getting rid of his scent. I was slightly startled when Clay started grooming me.

"Clay?"

"Shh..." He hushed me, continuing. He nuzzled my scent gland again, licking at it. He had to be buffing his scent again because it was unavoidable. His sweet honey scent filled the room.

He continued to rub his head against my scent gland, making sure that it smelt strictly like him.

"Clay..." I sighed. I couldn't deny that I was definitely enjoying this. He hummed, licking behind my ear. "Why are you doing this?"

"Just let me," he answered, his voice hitting low. Tired, I gave in, laying my head down on a pillow. I couldn't say this was all that bad, I just didn't understand why he was doing this.

Why was he being nice all of a sudden?

When he was done, he laid his head on top of mine, closing his eyes tightly. By the smell of him, Clay was sleeping peacefully.

I gave a slight smile; I was content. I closed my eyes, engulfed in the warmth of the Alpha.

.......

"George?"

I opened my eyes, whining. "Clay?" I couldn't feel the Alpha's pelt against my own.

I felt the bed dip slightly behind me. I let out a content sigh as I felt the Alpha's warmth around me.

.....

"Oh, George..."

I opened my eyes slightly, grumbling.

"George," he hummed out again, exhausting the 'o' in my name. I let out a huff. "George, come on, get up," he purred in my ear.

I felt myself get lifted from the bed and away from the addicting warmth. "Clay..." I whined.

He gently placed me down in a chair. "Eat."

I looked at him, then at the food in front of me, then back at him. "I'll eat later, take me back to bed," I complained, my eyes pleading.

He let out a sigh. "It's time to wake up, George." I cringed, before lazily getting up, going back to the comfort of the bed.

I didn't know exactly what I was doing, but I just went with it. Clay watched from the door as I gathered all his hoodies together. He seemed interested in watching me, and I was honestly too busy to care.

I ruffled the blankets together on the bed. "Clay? Food?" I looked at the Alpha sleepily, almost in a haze. He chuckled, leaving the room.

When he came back, I was nice and comfortable surrounded by his over-sized hoodies and cozy blankets. "George! Food," he hummed, walking over with breakfast foods.

I happily grabbed the food, chomping away. He chuckled, shuffling comfortably next to me. I was thankful he was calm. I let out a deep sigh, finally satisfied.

.......

"George, food."

I grumbled, tucking myself back inside the bed fortress I had made.

"Oh, George," he purred. I finally gave in, stealing the food that he had brought me.

...

"George."

I opened one of my eyes sleepily.

"You gotta get up."

I rolled my eyes as he grabbed me by the scruff. I was really too tired to care.

He plopped me in front of the restroom. I rolled my eyes, going inside.

As soon as I came out, I was hoisted back up and taken back to the room. I was placed back on the bed and instantly found my spot, curling up inside my den. I whined for the Alpha and he knew. He curled his body around mine. I didn't know what was up with me, but I could tell I was acting off.

Did Clay know something I didn't? Was the alpha hiding something from me? What am I saying? Augh, I'm too tired to care.

........

"Food?"

I grabbed the food without looking at the Alpha.

He chuckled. "Sleepy George." I hummed in response.

"Do you need anything?"

I looked over to the alpha. "Do you have any more hoodies?"

He chuckled, getting up with a stretch. I smiled as he placed more hoodies around me. "Here, stand up for a moment: I got some pillows."

I grumbled, getting up on shaky legs and moving over. By instinct, as soon as he placed pillows down, I curled down on them. I felt his warmth next to me and purred happily. Why was I so tired?

........

"George?" I peeked up for a heartbeat before snuggling back down. "Xaffo is on the phone."

I excitedly opened my eyes as he put the phone next to me. "George?" I heard Xaffo's calm voice, making me smile. Clay snuggled against me.

"Hey, Xaffo!" I answered excitedly. Tiredness seemed to linger in my voice.

"How are you?" He asked.

Slowly, I answered. "Tired..."

"I bet." I could hear a chuckle in his voice. "Go back to sleep, talk to you soon." I nodded, slipping back into my sleep.