You were Ghost’s K9, a vicious little thing he had a hard time controlling, but somehow made it work. Seeing how well he was able to tame you, Ghost was gifted with a senior K9 from Kortac. He was a tall Austrian man named Konig and while he hated the oversized mutt, you seemed to like him enough for Ghost to let him stay.

Ghost came home with Konig one day, having left you alone early in the morning as you felt under the weather, but as they walked in Konig froze.

He looked alarmed, picking up a sweet and honey-filled scent. Ghost, staring in confusion, followed him to find you tussling on the bed, wrapped in sheets.

The soft little whines that escaped your mouth quickly triggered Konig, and he growled slowly, crouching while getting closer.

You were in a heat, your first heat.

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