Runaway (MxM)

Chapter THREE- "I don't stink."

I rolled my eyes, men, well, men like him. I don't want to be controlled, I need my space and freedom.

Is a little understanding so difficult? I don't like you, you grumpy meanie.

Dominicus carried me to the car, opening the passenger side and climbing in, Sten coming around the other side to sit behind the wheel. It rumbled to life, sounding like an angry bear.

I looked over the dash at the house and my parents, well parent, my father had already gone inside, only my mother watched us pull away. I could see tears streaming down her cheeks, fist pressed to her heart as she cried.

I squirmed out from Dominicus' arms, pawing at the trucks window and yowling, fresh tears dampening my fur. Mummy! 

Large hands grabbed my middle and moved me away from the window, dumping me back on Dominicus' lap. "If you hadn't of runaway you would have had time to say goodbye." he jabbed. Meanie!

I grabbed a mouthful my blanket and dragged it away from him and across the trucks bench.

I pulled it onto Sten's lap and curled up atop of it, pulling the rest of the blanket over me, turning my head against his stomach, dismissing Dominicus.

"I think that was a fuck you." Sten chuckled a little, his finger briefly running from between my ears and down my neck.

I tolerated it just to annoy Dominicus but softly pushed it away with a paw when he tried a second time, making sure not to use my claws.

He didn't seem to mind and concentrated on driving, happy enough to have me curled up on his lap.

"Why does he like you more than me." I could hear the pout in the alpha's voice and I held off snorting, really? Does that even require an answer?

"Have you done anything nice for him? What has he seen of you that's likeable?" Sten asked him instead.

"I gave him his blanket."

"Which you threatened to use as a towel if he doesn't do what you like." Sten pointed out. "It's an unreasonable request, he's not a werewolf."

"I know that." he huffed.

"Yes, but what might be normal behaviour for him might be bad in your eyes, and you can't expect him to like you for taking him away from his home, scruffing him and not letting him say goodbye to his mother." and threatening to spank me.

"You're taking him away as well, and you scruffed him." Dominicus argued.

"But I didn't make him cry did I? I didn't grip him so tightly that he couldn't move." Sten threw back. "You forget why we're taking him. Sure his parents only suggested it because they thought he'd be safer in our pack, but he won't ever like you with how stern and cold you're acting.

He's not a pup or a young wolf, he's a cat, he has his own mind, he won't do what you ask just because you order him to, the only way he will is if he likes you.

Cat's don't seek approval, they don't give a fuck what you think, they're independent.

He doesn't care that you're the alpha, to him you're probably just an oversized stinky mutt with a bad attitude."

Sten seemed to understand me a lot more, or just cats in general.

You think of an ordinary cat compared to a dog, sure their needs are the same but a cat is a lot less likely to sit for their food, a dog will do it eagerly. They like attention and company, need walks every day. A cat will do that by itself, if it wants affection it will demand it, otherwise it will get annoyed if you force it, it can walk itself.

A cat is more like a roommate rather than a pet, it likes its own space, a dog is more like a needy/controlling boyfriend, wanting to know where you're going, what you're eating, so excited when you get back.

He's right about me not liking Dominicus, and its staying that way if he keeps doing what he's doing.

But what he said at the start interested me, my parents asked if I could move in with their pack?

Why was my safety suddenly a concern, didn't we live out in the middle of nowhere to hide me?

Was I no longer hidden there?

But who would want to take me? My father didn't seem to want me and these guys didn't seem so eager to me lumbered with me either.

"I don't stink." Dominicus' voice grumbled.

Really?

That's what he got from all that?

"And my attitudes fine."

At that I lifted my head, staring up at him in disbelief, we were talking about him right? Mr unreasonable meanie ass.

I snorted and sleepily kneaded the fabric of my blanket.

At the sound he looked down at me, seeming almost… jealous.

Huh.

I let out a large yawn, tired from all the stress and walking, purring as I settled down, nestling my head against Sten's stomach.

"So why is he falling asleep on my lap instead of yours huh?" I could hear the smugness in Sten's voice.

I drifted off, the soft rumbling of the car's engine almost soothing, the heat from Sten's thighs and stomach pleasant, my blanket giving off my own scent, what a great place for a nap.