Chapter 70: A greeting to Andrew’s Aunt
Andrew nervously tapped the steering wheel as he drove. The radio filled the quiet in the car as he headed downtown, Maxwell in the passenger seat.
Today they were going to see what was left of what his Mom had created.
Andrew was excited, but nervous.
He hadn’t met Mrs. Proctor in years, and he worried that he might not recognise her. He was also worried about what his response to her might be. He hadn’t met another true alpha yet in person, but thankfully he’d had another therapy meeting before this and the group had soothed him. Especially the instructor.
Apparently, it was like meeting any of the other people who had secondary sexes. As long as no one was in heat or rut, and both parties were able to control most of their pheromones, it should be a normal meeting. It might be a different story if the true alpha had someone else’s heat pheromones on them, but most were quite sensitive to smell and did their best not to bother others.
Unless they were an asshole, then all bets were off.
The handkerchief in Andrew’s pocket burned, along with his cheeks.
"What has your face that colour?" Maxwell asked from his spot, working away on a little laptop that he’d brought for the drive in. Andrew glanced in his direction, taking in his slightly hunched shoulders and the way a few strands of hair blocked his view of his face. He looked important, focused, and Andrew had to swallow hard and glance back to the road.
"Oh, uh, nothing. Just nerves." Andrew told him, smiling tightly. Maxwell chuckled.