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.
