No Words, Just Wagging

Summary

I’m a Beta.

My secondary differentiation decided to hit right as I was about to fight my arch-nemesis in a back alley.

“Get ready, grandpa’s about to fold you like a pretzel!”

I threw a punch, but my legs gave out, and I collapsed right into his arms.

My rival arched an eyebrow.

“Oh? A new way to throw yourself at me?”

Dammit!

Before I could spit out a curse, the scent of mint wafting from him had me completely hooked.

So good… so nice… so comforting…