Literature
Gentle Alpha
“Alright, I think it’s time I head back,” Noctis sighed, shutting off his gaming controller after getting his ass handed to him for the fifth time in a row at Moogle Cart. “I better head back before Iggy has a heart attack.” “Aww, you’re just tired of me kicking your ass!” Prompto laughed, setting his controller on the coffee table. “You’re such a sore loser, dude.” “Yeah, right.” Noctis scoffed, “You cheated.” Prompto gasped, his hand flying to his chest. “How dare you? I did not! You just can’t beat greatness.” “Whatever makes you sleep better at night,” Noctis snorted, gathering his things. “Hey, before you go, do you mind if I uh…” Prompto rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Do you mind if I scent you?” Noctis blinked in confusion. “What? Why?” “It’s totally stupid, and you can totally say no!” Prompto said in a rush, cringing. “I know you can take care of yourself. It’s just… I’d feel better knowing you had an alpha’s scent on you so you don’t get bothered on your way