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", "writing": "[b]Chapter 1: Father's Day[/b]\nLRR\n\nThe restaurant smelled like bacon grease, syrup, and fresh coffee, the usual mix of breakfast scents thick in the air. Gale wove through the crowded tables toward the back, where his mother and son were waiting. Blake saw him first. The moment recognition lit up his face, the cub shot out of his chair and barreled into Gale’s waist, hugging him tight.\n\n“Happy Father’s Day!” Blake said, his voice muffled against his dad’s shirt.\n\n“Thanks, kiddo.” Gale rested a hand on the back of his son’s head, fingers brushing over soft, freshly groomed fur. He caught the faint scent of peach shampoo, a sure sign Catherine had made sure he was cleaned up before breakfast. And sure enough, she’d dressed him, too—pale blue button-up, navy slacks, and a bowtie that looked too big on his small frame. Blake didn’t seem to care, though. At nine, he still hadn’t picked up the self-consciousness Gale had noticed in his son’s friends.\n\nCatherine’s sharp gaze flicked toward him, her expression cool as ever. She didn’t say anything, but the slight downturn of her mouth made her thoughts clear. Gale already knew what she thought about how openly Blake clung to him, and the way she stared made him feel like he was about to be scolded.\nStill, he lingered a second longer before gently pushing Blake back toward his chair. The kid was a little more attached than most, sure, but given the circumstances, it wasn’t anything to worry about. A therapist had confirmed as much.\n\nGale took his seat next to Catherine while Blake climbed back into his own.\n\n“Good morning, Gale,” his mother said, sparing him a glance before turning her attention to the menu. She looked dissatisfied with what she saw, but that wasn’t anything new.\n\nBlake, still buzzing with energy, barely waited for her to finish speaking before announcing, “I’m getting banana pancakes!”\n\n“Yeah?” Gale picked up his own menu but didn’t bother opening it. “Me too. How was it spending the night at Grandma’s?”\n\n“Oh. Um, it was okay.” Blake’s excitement dimmed a little. His ears twitched, and he cast a quick glance at Catherine.\n\nCatherine sighed, setting her menu down with a little too much care. “I think he was a little bored, but we found things to keep us busy, didn’t we, Blake?”\n\n“We watched some old movies and played Go Fish.”\n\n“Oh? Did you win?”\n\nBlake perked up again, his tail giving a small flick. “Yeah! Well, some, anyway. Grandma won too.”\n“It was a tie,” Catherine corrected, and Gale bit back a sigh.\n\nShe wasn’t done. “There are some other things we should talk about, but we can do that later.”\n\nThat was ominous. Gale knew better than to push for details now, though.\n\nInstead, she switched gears. “How was your date?”\n\nHe stiffened before he could stop himself. A second too late, but Catherine caught it.\n\n“Oh, Gale. [i]Really[/i]?”\n\nHe sighed. “Mom, we’d only been out a few times.”\n\nHer eyes narrowed. “You said it was going well.”\n\nA few people at nearby tables turned their heads. Gale lowered his voice. “I thought it was, but I guess I was wrong. It’s not a big deal.”\n\nBlake was watching him, concerned, so Gale forced a smile. Catherine, of course, wasn’t finished.\n“What did you do to drive this one off?”\n\nGale clenched his jaw. “I am not having this conversation with you again, Mom. I appreciate you helping with Blake, but this is my life.”\n\nShe took a long sip of her ice water, her eyes still on him. He could tell she wanted to keep going.\nThankfully, their server arrived, a petite young sheep woman who took their orders. By the time she returned with coffee for the adults and orange juice for Blake, the tension had eased enough for Gale to steer the conversation elsewhere. He talked about work, Blake shared his latest soccer game highlights, and the morning smoothed over—at least for now.\n\nBut as Gale sipped his coffee, he knew his mother wasn’t done. She never was.\n\nIt was after the food arrived Gale heard a familiar deep voice that sent a chill down his spine. He’d been pouring syrup on his pancakes, then glanced over his shoulder to see the unmistakable hulking lupine form of Casey Parker.\n\nCase, as he liked to be called, was well over six feet tall and had only gotten bigger since Gale had last seen him at his high school graduation. He might not have made it as a professional athlete, but he still looked like one. His fur was pure white, making him stand out even in the well-lit restaurant, and his ice-blue eyes carried that same veiled amusement that had always been there, like he knew something no one else did. Even now, casually talking to the hostess, he wore his usual confident smile, flashing just enough of his perfect teeth to make sure people noticed.\n\nCase was only a few months older, and when they were little, they’d been friends. The grew up a few houses away from each other, so it had been a friendship of convenience. As they got older and their interests diverged, they drifted apart. By the time high school started, they were little more than passing acquaintances.\n\nThen the bullying started. It wasn’t the cliché kind you see in movies—no stolen lunch money, no extra homework assignments. Case worked in smaller, more insidious ways. Snide comments about Gale’s height (he’d never grown past 5’4”), casual reminders that he was terrible with girls, little digs that seemed harmless until they stacked up. The worst came when they’d shared a sophomore gym period. Gale had started changing in the bathroom stall just to avoid having attention called to him. The last time he’d dared to shower in the locker room, he’d walked away with the nickname Little Acorn, courtesy of Case. Years later, he occasionally met people who still misremembered his last name as Acorn.\n\nHe almost didn’t notice the kids standing next to Case, but now he did, their resemblance to him was obvious. A boy and a girl, mid-teens, with his same white fur and broad muzzle, though a few softer features gave them a look of puppyish youth. Something about their appearances made it hard to tell apart at first glance.\n\n“What is it, Daddy?” Blake asked.\n\nGale realized he’d been staring long enough for both Blake and Catherine to notice.\n\n“Nothing,” he said, hoping his mother wouldn’t recognize the wolf. But Catherine’s gaze followed his, and when her eyes landed on Case, she let out an amused gasp.\n\n“Oh my! The Parker boy?”\n\nHer voice carried, and Case’s sharp eyes focused on them. At first, there was no recognition. Then his eyes landed on Gale, and something in them sharpened—just for a second. It was nearly invisible, but that spark in his gaze triggered an anxiety Gale hadn’t felt in nearly twenty years.\n\nIf Case had any similar apprehensions, he didn’t show it. Instead, his grin widened, and he strode over to their table, clapping a heavy hand on Gale’s shoulder like they were best friends who’d run into each other after just a few days apart.\n\n“Well, fuck me sideways, it’s Gale Acorn! Man, you look just like you did back in high school!”\n\nBlake was staring up at Case with wide-eyed awe. Gale registered the crude language.\n\n“It’s [i]Acre[/i],” Gale corrected automatically. No one else seemed to notice.\n\n“Oh, Casey. How lovely to see you,” Catherine said in her polite mom voice.\n\nCasey grinned. “Mrs. Acorn! Damn, you’ve lost weight. I barely recognized you.”\n\nCatherine accepted the compliment with a pleased smile. “Oh, you were always such a charmer. Would you like to join us for breakfast?”\n\n“Mom, I’m sure he’s got plans with his—”\n\n“Hey, I’d be happy to,” Case interrupted. He flagged down the server with a quick wave, and the petite sheep woman blushed when he smiled at her. “Hey sweetheart, can you put another table next to this one?”\n\nA few minutes later, both families were seated together. Blake had moved to sit next to his father, while Case and his kids—twins, Kyle and Kalie—sat across from them. The teens hardly acknowledged Gale or Blake, their attention flicking between their phones and their food. Meanwhile, Catherine had said more kind words to the Parkers in five minutes than she’d said to Gale in the last five years.\n\n“So yeah,” Case was explaining, “Kyle and Kalie’s mom is on vacation with her husband, so I agreed to take the little crotch goblins for a few days,” Case explained while helping himself to a forkful of Gale’s untouched pancakes. The kids didn’t react at all to being called ‘crotch goblins,’ though Gale wasn’t sure they heard.\n\n“Damn, that’s a fuckin’ delicious flapjack,” he said with exaggerated enthusiasm. Blake giggled.\n\n“Case, can you not talk like that in front of my kid?”\n\nThe wolf laughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Oh, yeah. Sorry, man. I’m not used to watchin’ that sh—uh, stuff.”\n\nBlake giggled again, and Gale shot him a look. Case pretended not to notice.\n\n“Jesus, this little squirt is yours?” Case gave Blake his first real look since joining them.\n\nBlake leaned against Gale’s arm, beaming. “Yep, that’s my daddy.”\n\n“Aw, ain’t that sweet,” Case said, flashing a broad, toothy grin. “I’ll be honest, Gale, I always figured you were queer or somethin’.”\n\nGale stiffened, but before he could respond, Catherine let out a very faint exhale, like the beginning of a laugh she quickly hid behind another sip of water.\n\nThe heat in Gale’s face was immediate. \n\n“No. I never was,” Gale said tightly, “though that didn’t stop you from telling it to everyone who would give you the time of day.”\n\nCase let out a short, gravelly chuckle before leaning back in his chair. “Hey, I know I was kind of a jackass in high school, and I really am sorry. But it was a long time ago. Honestly, I was tryin’ to pay you a compliment. The kid’s cute, so I’m sure his mom must be too. Guess you got something right.”\n\nGale hesitated. His gut told him not to let his guard down, but the sheer ease of Case’s delivery, like this whole thing was just an old friendship rekindled, made it hard to hold onto the tension.\n\n“Yeah, I… I guess so.”\n\nCatherine smiled. “Lyra was such a beautiful bride,” she said, reminiscing.\n\n“Lyra…” Case repeated, tilting his head slightly. “That’s not Lyra Carson, is it?”\n\nGale almost spit out his coffee. “You know her?”\n\nCase laughed, something rougher behind it this time. “Damn. Yeah, I did. We went on a few dates back in the day.”\n\nUnexpectedly, Gale recalled the troubled sex life they’d had before the divorce. The sex had been a bit infrequent, but it had always been fine until Lyra got pregnant. After, things quickly went downhill. He’d never had much trouble with his own arousal, but despite his best efforts, Lyra never seemed to enjoy herself. After the pregnancy, when they did make love, Gale was so anxious about performance he couldn’t get hard. A few counseling sessions got them to try some new things, and he’d finally been able to at least get her off. However, he’d had to use a comically oversized vibrator and a great deal of tongue to make it happen. Even then, she’d basically used his antlers like handles to do much of the work herself. \n\nHe couldn’t help but think about how he measured up. Case had always been the type to show off his body. He’d grown quickly, and had always had an athletic build. Many of the girls he’d “dated” had been eager to share stories about his size and prowess. And, Gale had seen enough to know that, at least when it came to size, those stories weren’t exaggerated. Combining that old image of Case changing in the locker room with memories of his ex-wife stirred a kind of sudden and vicious jealousy that caught him off guard. But not as much as when he realized his own dick was now straining against his underwear. \nCase’s trademark smirk was back, and as their eyes met, Gale realized the wolf knew. He knew exactly what Gale had been wondering. A nearly imperceptible nod from Case confirmed it, a silent [i]Yeah, I fucked her[/i] that made Gale’s vision go red. It was all he could do not to fling his plate into the bastard’s face.\n\n“What’s wrong, Daddy?” Blake asked, looking up at him with a concerned frown.\n\nGale swallowed down the heat rising in his chest and placed his napkin on his lap. Forcing a tight smile, he shook his head. “Nothing, buddy. Just not feeling well.”\n\nCatherine, oblivious to the tension, hardly spared her son a glance and she carried most of the breakfast’s conversation with ease. When the food arrived, the twins even spoke a few times, though their attention was still mainly on their phones. Blake was animated, more engaged than Gale had seen him in a long time. But Gale’s mind kept drifting—to all the times Lyra had just laid there while he moved inside her, rarely reacting. He’d told himself, over the years, that it had been the pills dulling her senses. But now…\nHe forced himself back to the present when Blake’s voice cut through his thoughts.\n\n“Yeah, I have a poster of him in my room!”\n\nThe table was waiting for the waitress to return with Catherine’s credit card—she’d insisted on paying for everyone. Gale blinked, trying to catch up with the conversation.\n\n“That right, squirt? Your daddy was always a bookworm. Hard to imagine his kid being much into sports.”\n\nBlake was undeterred. If anything, Case’s teasing encouraged him. “He’s my favorite! He got four sacks yesterday!”\n\nThe wolf chuckled. “You know, I used to play that position.”\n\nBlake’s ears perked up. “Really?”\n\n“Yeah. Was pretty good at it, too. Played all through college.”\n\n“That’s so cool! I wanna play, but Daddy says I’m too young.”\n\n“You [i]are[/i],” Gale said firmly. “It’s too easy to get hurt.”\n\nCase chuckled again, shaking his head like he found Gale’s caution quaint. “Well, your dad’s probably right, but that doesn’t mean you can’t practice. If you want to be good, you gotta keep up with the kids who are playing now.”\n\nBlake considered that, a thoughtful look settling over his face. Gale hated how much weight the kid was giving Case’s words.\n\n“Can you help me?”\n\nGale felt the shift before Case responded. The wolf’s smirk turned almost lazy as he flicked a glance in Gale’s direction. The moment stretched just long enough for Gale to realize this was an opening the wolf had been waiting for.\n\n“Well, I don’t know,” Case said, drawing it out like he had to consider. “I guess I could make some time once Ericka’s back. I bet I could show you a few things. I’ve got a bunch of games recorded, so we could probably watch some of them. Been a while since I had a football buddy.”\n\nGale spoke up before Blake could get too excited. “I don’t know if we’d have time for that. My work keeps me pretty busy, and I don’t want Blake to spend all summer playing games. It might be hard to make time.”\n\nCatherine scoffed, and her tone sharpened with the voice she used to make him feel small. “Nonsense, you can take one night off, Gale. I think having another male influence around might be good for Blake.”\n\nCase raised an eyebrow. “Why do you say that Mrs. Acorn?”\n\nShe shrugged, setting down her water glass with deliberate care. “Oh, Blake’s been very attached to Gale of late, ever since Lyra’s sentencing... well. Gale’s been dating, but it hasn’t been going well.”\n\n“[i]Mom[/i].”\n\n“Oh, honey, I’m just being honest. The boy needs more people around.”\n\nBlake seemed nonplussed to have the adults talking about him. His attention was almost solely focused on Case. He wasn’t even eating his pancakes. \n\nCase nodded, as if Catherine’s declaration were some casual observation rather than a knife thrust between Gale’s ribs. “Hey, man. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Dating’s tough at our age. Especially if you’re lookin’ for something serious.”\n\nGale didn’t answer. He stared at Case, fingers curling into his napkin.\n\n“Can he come over, Daddy? You’re always home for spaghetti night!”\n\nThe words sent another twist through Gale’s stomach.\n\nSpaghetti night.\n\nIt had been the therapist’s suggestion—a night set aside for just him and Blake. No work distractions. No mother. A ritual of sorts. Something that was theirs. Gale had made spaghetti and vegetarian ‘meatballs’ every week since, Blake’s favorite, and after dinner, they watched a movie together while Blake curled up against his side.\n\nIt was the one thing Gale had left that felt right. And now Blake wanted to hand it over to him?\n\n“I do love some good spaghetti,” Case said while spearing another bite of Gale’s untouched pancakes. He’d already finished his own breakfast.\n\nGale stared at his plate, the last of his appetite gone.\n\n***\n\nLater that night, Gale was lying in bed, body flushed and sheets damp from sweat. He glanced at the alarm clock and swore softly to himself at the numbers he saw. He had to be at work in four hours. \nBut all he seemed able to think about was Lyra and Case. Had he cum in her? How many times? Did she get off? Worse, he’d long suspected Lyra of cheating on him at least a few times during their years together. Especially during those early years when they’d sometimes go days without seeing each other.\n\nWhat if she’d fucked him here? In this bed? For a second, he swore he could smell it. The spicy musk of the grunting wolf. The duskier scent of Lyra’s pussy when she was turned on. He thought about the way the bed would move and squeak. How their bodies would look, naked and twisted together.\nHe could feel the heat, the passion. Hear their moans and cries of pleasure. The frantic squeaking of the bed. The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall. \n\nIt twisted his stomach in knots and left him screaming with rage inside his head. \n\nAnd his cock throbbed. \n\nReluctantly, cautiously, he reached under the sheets, delicate fingers moving as if they were about to touch a snake rather than himself. As he pulled the waist of his pajamas down and finally gave in to temptation, the touch sent a fur-raising jolt through his groin, and he couldn’t help but moan. God, how could he be this pathetic? \n\nAnd yet, he slowly gripped his length and began to pump himself in frantic, needy movements. It felt amazing. Better than the pity blowjob Lisa had given him the day before they broke up. Better than most of what he could remember with Lyra. \n\nHe tried not to watch a lot of porn, but like most males, he still did from time to time. That was the only context in which he’d seen a canine knot in action, but as his breath became ragged and he felt his balls clench, that was the image in his mind. Only that knot and the massive cock attached to it weren’t on some nameless coyote. It was Case. And just as he finished cramming himself inside Lyra’s petite frame, he turned to look at Gale with that damned arrogant smile. \n\nGale sprayed the inside of his sheets as climax gripped him. The throbbing sensation in his groin was almost painful, and there was so much watery semen that it soaked through the sheets. When he’d recovered and cleaned up his mess, he had to fend off another wave of shame. The room reeked of cum and sweat, even after he’d changed the sheets. 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LRR

The restaurant smelled like bacon grease, syrup, and fresh coffee, the usual mix of breakfast scents thick in the air. Gale wove through the crowded tables toward the back, where his mother and son were waiting. Blake saw him first. The moment recognition lit up his face, the cub shot out of his chair and barreled into Gale’s waist, hugging him tight.

“Happy Father’s Day!” Blake said, his voice muffled against his dad’s shirt.

“Thanks, kiddo.” Gale rested a hand on the back of his son’s head, fingers brushing over soft, freshly groomed fur. He caught the faint scent of peach shampoo, a sure sign Catherine had made sure he was cleaned up before breakfast. And sure enough, she’d dressed him, too—pale blue button-up, navy slacks, and a bowtie that looked too big on his small frame. Blake didn’t seem to care, though. At nine, he still hadn’t picked up the self-consciousness Gale had noticed in his son’s friends.

Catherine’s sharp gaze flicked toward him, her expression cool as ever. She didn’t say anything, but the slight downturn of her mouth made her thoughts clear. Gale already knew what she thought about how openly Blake clung to him, and the way she stared made him feel like he was about to be scolded.
Still, he lingered a second longer before gently pushing Blake back toward his chair. The kid was a little more attached than most, sure, but given the circumstances, it wasn’t anything to worry about. A therapist had confirmed as much.

Gale took his seat next to Catherine while Blake climbed back into his own.

“Good morning, Gale,” his mother said, sparing him a glance before turning her attention to the menu. She looked dissatisfied with what she saw, but that wasn’t anything new.

Blake, still buzzing with energy, barely waited for her to finish speaking before announcing, “I’m getting banana pancakes!”

“Yeah?” Gale picked up his own menu but didn’t bother opening it. “Me too. How was it spending the night at Grandma’s?”

“Oh. Um, it was okay.” Blake’s excitement dimmed a little. His ears twitched, and he cast a quick glance at Catherine.

Catherine sighed, setting her menu down with a little too much care. “I think he was a little bored, but we found things to keep us busy, didn’t we, Blake?”

“We watched some old movies and played Go Fish.”

“Oh? Did you win?”

Blake perked up again, his tail giving a small flick. “Yeah! Well, some, anyway. Grandma won too.”
“It was a tie,” Catherine corrected, and Gale bit back a sigh.

She wasn’t done. “There are some other things we should talk about, but we can do that later.”

That was ominous. Gale knew better than to push for details now, though.

Instead, she switched gears. “How was your date?”

He stiffened before he could stop himself. A second too late, but Catherine caught it.

“Oh, Gale. Really?”

He sighed. “Mom, we’d only been out a few times.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You said it was going well.”

A few people at nearby tables turned their heads. Gale lowered his voice. “I thought it was, but I guess I was wrong. It’s not a big deal.”

Blake was watching him, concerned, so Gale forced a smile. Catherine, of course, wasn’t finished.
“What did you do to drive this one off?”

Gale clenched his jaw. “I am not having this conversation with you again, Mom. I appreciate you helping with Blake, but this is my life.”

She took a long sip of her ice water, her eyes still on him. He could tell she wanted to keep going.
Thankfully, their server arrived, a petite young sheep woman who took their orders. By the time she returned with coffee for the adults and orange juice for Blake, the tension had eased enough for Gale to steer the conversation elsewhere. He talked about work, Blake shared his latest soccer game highlights, and the morning smoothed over—at least for now.

But as Gale sipped his coffee, he knew his mother wasn’t done. She never was.

It was after the food arrived Gale heard a familiar deep voice that sent a chill down his spine. He’d been pouring syrup on his pancakes, then glanced over his shoulder to see the unmistakable hulking lupine form of Casey Parker.

Case, as he liked to be called, was well over six feet tall and had only gotten bigger since Gale had last seen him at his high school graduation. He might not have made it as a professional athlete, but he still looked like one. His fur was pure white, making him stand out even in the well-lit restaurant, and his ice-blue eyes carried that same veiled amusement that had always been there, like he knew something no one else did. Even now, casually talking to the hostess, he wore his usual confident smile, flashing just enough of his perfect teeth to make sure people noticed.

Case was only a few months older, and when they were little, they’d been friends. The grew up a few houses away from each other, so it had been a friendship of convenience. As they got older and their interests diverged, they drifted apart. By the time high school started, they were little more than passing acquaintances.

Then the bullying started. It wasn’t the cliché kind you see in movies—no stolen lunch money, no extra homework assignments. Case worked in smaller, more insidious ways. Snide comments about Gale’s height (he’d never grown past 5’4”), casual reminders that he was terrible with girls, little digs that seemed harmless until they stacked up. The worst came when they’d shared a sophomore gym period. Gale had started changing in the bathroom stall just to avoid having attention called to him. The last time he’d dared to shower in the locker room, he’d walked away with the nickname Little Acorn, courtesy of Case. Years later, he occasionally met people who still misremembered his last name as Acorn.

He almost didn’t notice the kids standing next to Case, but now he did, their resemblance to him was obvious. A boy and a girl, mid-teens, with his same white fur and broad muzzle, though a few softer features gave them a look of puppyish youth. Something about their appearances made it hard to tell apart at first glance.

“What is it, Daddy?” Blake asked.

Gale realized he’d been staring long enough for both Blake and Catherine to notice.

“Nothing,” he said, hoping his mother wouldn’t recognize the wolf. But Catherine’s gaze followed his, and when her eyes landed on Case, she let out an amused gasp.

“Oh my! The Parker boy?”

Her voice carried, and Case’s sharp eyes focused on them. At first, there was no recognition. Then his eyes landed on Gale, and something in them sharpened—just for a second. It was nearly invisible, but that spark in his gaze triggered an anxiety Gale hadn’t felt in nearly twenty years.

If Case had any similar apprehensions, he didn’t show it. Instead, his grin widened, and he strode over to their table, clapping a heavy hand on Gale’s shoulder like they were best friends who’d run into each other after just a few days apart.

“Well, fuck me sideways, it’s Gale Acorn! Man, you look just like you did back in high school!”

Blake was staring up at Case with wide-eyed awe. Gale registered the crude language.

“It’s Acre,” Gale corrected automatically. No one else seemed to notice.

“Oh, Casey. How lovely to see you,” Catherine said in her polite mom voice.

Casey grinned. “Mrs. Acorn! Damn, you’ve lost weight. I barely recognized you.”

Catherine accepted the compliment with a pleased smile. “Oh, you were always such a charmer. Would you like to join us for breakfast?”

“Mom, I’m sure he’s got plans with his—”

“Hey, I’d be happy to,” Case interrupted. He flagged down the server with a quick wave, and the petite sheep woman blushed when he smiled at her. “Hey sweetheart, can you put another table next to this one?”

A few minutes later, both families were seated together. Blake had moved to sit next to his father, while Case and his kids—twins, Kyle and Kalie—sat across from them. The teens hardly acknowledged Gale or Blake, their attention flicking between their phones and their food. Meanwhile, Catherine had said more kind words to the Parkers in five minutes than she’d said to Gale in the last five years.

“So yeah,” Case was explaining, “Kyle and Kalie’s mom is on vacation with her husband, so I agreed to take the little crotch goblins for a few days,” Case explained while helping himself to a forkful of Gale’s untouched pancakes. The kids didn’t react at all to being called ‘crotch goblins,’ though Gale wasn’t sure they heard.

“Damn, that’s a fuckin’ delicious flapjack,” he said with exaggerated enthusiasm. Blake giggled.

“Case, can you not talk like that in front of my kid?”

The wolf laughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Oh, yeah. Sorry, man. I’m not used to watchin’ that sh—uh, stuff.”

Blake giggled again, and Gale shot him a look. Case pretended not to notice.

“Jesus, this little squirt is yours?” Case gave Blake his first real look since joining them.

Blake leaned against Gale’s arm, beaming. “Yep, that’s my daddy.”

“Aw, ain’t that sweet,” Case said, flashing a broad, toothy grin. “I’ll be honest, Gale, I always figured you were queer or somethin’.”

Gale stiffened, but before he could respond, Catherine let out a very faint exhale, like the beginning of a laugh she quickly hid behind another sip of water.

The heat in Gale’s face was immediate.

“No. I never was,” Gale said tightly, “though that didn’t stop you from telling it to everyone who would give you the time of day.”

Case let out a short, gravelly chuckle before leaning back in his chair. “Hey, I know I was kind of a jackass in high school, and I really am sorry. But it was a long time ago. Honestly, I was tryin’ to pay you a compliment. The kid’s cute, so I’m sure his mom must be too. Guess you got something right.”

Gale hesitated. His gut told him not to let his guard down, but the sheer ease of Case’s delivery, like this whole thing was just an old friendship rekindled, made it hard to hold onto the tension.

“Yeah, I… I guess so.”

Catherine smiled. “Lyra was such a beautiful bride,” she said, reminiscing.

“Lyra…” Case repeated, tilting his head slightly. “That’s not Lyra Carson, is it?”

Gale almost spit out his coffee. “You know her?”

Case laughed, something rougher behind it this time. “Damn. Yeah, I did. We went on a few dates back in the day.”

Unexpectedly, Gale recalled the troubled sex life they’d had before the divorce. The sex had been a bit infrequent, but it had always been fine until Lyra got pregnant. After, things quickly went downhill. He’d never had much trouble with his own arousal, but despite his best efforts, Lyra never seemed to enjoy herself. After the pregnancy, when they did make love, Gale was so anxious about performance he couldn’t get hard. A few counseling sessions got them to try some new things, and he’d finally been able to at least get her off. However, he’d had to use a comically oversized vibrator and a great deal of tongue to make it happen. Even then, she’d basically used his antlers like handles to do much of the work herself.

He couldn’t help but think about how he measured up. Case had always been the type to show off his body. He’d grown quickly, and had always had an athletic build. Many of the girls he’d “dated” had been eager to share stories about his size and prowess. And, Gale had seen enough to know that, at least when it came to size, those stories weren’t exaggerated. Combining that old image of Case changing in the locker room with memories of his ex-wife stirred a kind of sudden and vicious jealousy that caught him off guard. But not as much as when he realized his own dick was now straining against his underwear.
Case’s trademark smirk was back, and as their eyes met, Gale realized the wolf knew. He knew exactly what Gale had been wondering. A nearly imperceptible nod from Case confirmed it, a silent Yeah, I fucked her that made Gale’s vision go red. It was all he could do not to fling his plate into the bastard’s face.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” Blake asked, looking up at him with a concerned frown.

Gale swallowed down the heat rising in his chest and placed his napkin on his lap. Forcing a tight smile, he shook his head. “Nothing, buddy. Just not feeling well.”

Catherine, oblivious to the tension, hardly spared her son a glance and she carried most of the breakfast’s conversation with ease. When the food arrived, the twins even spoke a few times, though their attention was still mainly on their phones. Blake was animated, more engaged than Gale had seen him in a long time. But Gale’s mind kept drifting—to all the times Lyra had just laid there while he moved inside her, rarely reacting. He’d told himself, over the years, that it had been the pills dulling her senses. But now…
He forced himself back to the present when Blake’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Yeah, I have a poster of him in my room!”

The table was waiting for the waitress to return with Catherine’s credit card—she’d insisted on paying for everyone. Gale blinked, trying to catch up with the conversation.

“That right, squirt? Your daddy was always a bookworm. Hard to imagine his kid being much into sports.”

Blake was undeterred. If anything, Case’s teasing encouraged him. “He’s my favorite! He got four sacks yesterday!”

The wolf chuckled. “You know, I used to play that position.”

Blake’s ears perked up. “Really?”

“Yeah. Was pretty good at it, too. Played all through college.”

“That’s so cool! I wanna play, but Daddy says I’m too young.”

“You are,” Gale said firmly. “It’s too easy to get hurt.”

Case chuckled again, shaking his head like he found Gale’s caution quaint. “Well, your dad’s probably right, but that doesn’t mean you can’t practice. If you want to be good, you gotta keep up with the kids who are playing now.”

Blake considered that, a thoughtful look settling over his face. Gale hated how much weight the kid was giving Case’s words.

“Can you help me?”

Gale felt the shift before Case responded. The wolf’s smirk turned almost lazy as he flicked a glance in Gale’s direction. The moment stretched just long enough for Gale to realize this was an opening the wolf had been waiting for.

“Well, I don’t know,” Case said, drawing it out like he had to consider. “I guess I could make some time once Ericka’s back. I bet I could show you a few things. I’ve got a bunch of games recorded, so we could probably watch some of them. Been a while since I had a football buddy.”

Gale spoke up before Blake could get too excited. “I don’t know if we’d have time for that. My work keeps me pretty busy, and I don’t want Blake to spend all summer playing games. It might be hard to make time.”

Catherine scoffed, and her tone sharpened with the voice she used to make him feel small. “Nonsense, you can take one night off, Gale. I think having another male influence around might be good for Blake.”

Case raised an eyebrow. “Why do you say that Mrs. Acorn?”

She shrugged, setting down her water glass with deliberate care. “Oh, Blake’s been very attached to Gale of late, ever since Lyra’s sentencing... well. Gale’s been dating, but it hasn’t been going well.”

“Mom.”

“Oh, honey, I’m just being honest. The boy needs more people around.”

Blake seemed nonplussed to have the adults talking about him. His attention was almost solely focused on Case. He wasn’t even eating his pancakes.

Case nodded, as if Catherine’s declaration were some casual observation rather than a knife thrust between Gale’s ribs. “Hey, man. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Dating’s tough at our age. Especially if you’re lookin’ for something serious.”

Gale didn’t answer. He stared at Case, fingers curling into his napkin.

“Can he come over, Daddy? You’re always home for spaghetti night!”

The words sent another twist through Gale’s stomach.

Spaghetti night.

It had been the therapist’s suggestion—a night set aside for just him and Blake. No work distractions. No mother. A ritual of sorts. Something that was theirs. Gale had made spaghetti and vegetarian ‘meatballs’ every week since, Blake’s favorite, and after dinner, they watched a movie together while Blake curled up against his side.

It was the one thing Gale had left that felt right. And now Blake wanted to hand it over to him?

“I do love some good spaghetti,” Case said while spearing another bite of Gale’s untouched pancakes. He’d already finished his own breakfast.

Gale stared at his plate, the last of his appetite gone.

***

Later that night, Gale was lying in bed, body flushed and sheets damp from sweat. He glanced at the alarm clock and swore softly to himself at the numbers he saw. He had to be at work in four hours.
But all he seemed able to think about was Lyra and Case. Had he cum in her? How many times? Did she get off? Worse, he’d long suspected Lyra of cheating on him at least a few times during their years together. Especially during those early years when they’d sometimes go days without seeing each other.

What if she’d fucked him here? In this bed? For a second, he swore he could smell it. The spicy musk of the grunting wolf. The duskier scent of Lyra’s pussy when she was turned on. He thought about the way the bed would move and squeak. How their bodies would look, naked and twisted together.
He could feel the heat, the passion. Hear their moans and cries of pleasure. The frantic squeaking of the bed. The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall.

It twisted his stomach in knots and left him screaming with rage inside his head.

And his cock throbbed.

Reluctantly, cautiously, he reached under the sheets, delicate fingers moving as if they were about to touch a snake rather than himself. As he pulled the waist of his pajamas down and finally gave in to temptation, the touch sent a fur-raising jolt through his groin, and he couldn’t help but moan. God, how could he be this pathetic?

And yet, he slowly gripped his length and began to pump himself in frantic, needy movements. It felt amazing. Better than the pity blowjob Lisa had given him the day before they broke up. Better than most of what he could remember with Lyra.

He tried not to watch a lot of porn, but like most males, he still did from time to time. That was the only context in which he’d seen a canine knot in action, but as his breath became ragged and he felt his balls clench, that was the image in his mind. Only that knot and the massive cock attached to it weren’t on some nameless coyote. It was Case. And just as he finished cramming himself inside Lyra’s petite frame, he turned to look at Gale with that damned arrogant smile.

Gale sprayed the inside of his sheets as climax gripped him. The throbbing sensation in his groin was almost painful, and there was so much watery semen that it soaked through the sheets. When he’d recovered and cleaned up his mess, he had to fend off another wave of shame. The room reeked of cum and sweat, even after he’d changed the sheets. But, in the back of his mind, as Gale finally drifted off to sleep, he thought he could still smell Case.

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