Page 94 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
That was a sobering thought.
Raptor brought the cart to a stop in front of Walren and Zebbie. “So, I’m Raptor,” he told the cart. “And this is Walren. His lil guy is Zebbie; they’re both gazelles.”
The cart flipped its wheels left and right.
“I’m bringing you home,” Raptor decided, patting the cart. He turned to Walren. “What should we name it?”
Walren’s heartmelted.
“You should be the one naming it,” he pointed out. “You’ve just spent all that time bonding with it.”
“Hmm. But I want us both to name it! Please?” Raptor gave Walren a wide-eyed look.
Walren hadn’t thought he was weak against an alpha’s puppy eyes, but apparently, he was. “What about... Go Cart? Since it really likes racing.”
Raptor lit up. “That’s great.” He turned to the cart and hugged it to his side. “From now on, you shall be known as Go Cart.”
The cart gave a wriggle and squeaked its wheels. If it wasn’t growing dark so quickly, Walren would’ve taken a picture of Raptor and his new cart friend.
“C’mon, we should be heading home,” Raptor said. “But first.”
He unwrapped the burger, offering the first bite to Walren.
Walren blinked. “You were the one playing with it. You should get the first bite.”
“And I want it to go to you.” Raptor shook the burger at him.
His heart thumping, Walren leaned in to bite gently on the tomato and lettuce slices, tugging them out of the burger. He stuffed them quickly into his mouth and moaned at their crispness.
Raptor watched him with great satisfaction. “Good. You need to be fed.”
“So you can cook me?”
The alpha rolled his eyes. “So I can continue to breed you!”
Walren huffed. “The burger is kind of cold since you spent all that time playing with your food.”
“I’ll warm it up and feed the buns to you. Or make a better one myself.” Raptor took a large bite of the burger, then wrapped it up and ushered them to the car.
Just before Walren climbed into the backseat with Zebbie, he patted Go Cart. “You’re a great cart.”
The cart shuddered, pleased.
Raptor drove them home, the cart following close behind. It wasn’t a long drive since his mansion was close to Nood’s Good.
Halfway through the drive, the car swerved sharply.
Raptor grunted, hunching over the steering wheel. “Fuck!”
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“Raptor!”Walren yelped.
“I’ll—I’ll be fine. It’s just a short drive home.” Raptor panted, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. His pheromones were flooding the car; Walren could only stare at the road ahead, afraid that they would crash into something.
As he drove, Raptor’s breathing grew rougher. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and tremors raced down his arms.
