Mature Content Warning
As I’m packing up my things and getting ready to leave work, there's a quick knock at the door. I glance up to see Ben leaning casually in the doorway. "Heard through the grapevine you’re running late today, counselor. What’s your excuse this time?"
I sigh, "Sorry. The Omegas are on strike, and the subway is a mess." He nods knowingly.
"Susana hasn’t been giving you any more grief, has she?" he asks.
I shake my head. "Nope. She dares not to mess up with me, fearing I would sue her.”
Ben laughs and I continue, “Plus, once folks found out I’m your mate, the women around here either avoid me or try to get on my good side hoping for favors. It’s hard to find genuine friends," I mumble.
He chuckles softly. "Guess you’ve figured that part out."
Ben steps in, closing
