The mix of pheromones was driving him mad… but…
"It's my mom and dad in the room with us too, I can't do that," he couldn't hold a whine as Mark's fur ever so slightly tickled his member, providing him wanted but unneeded stimulation.
And why did she stop like that?
He then understood, wolves usually lives in packs, so him being the first transformed, the machine must've made him alpha by default.
"Got to admit, the devs really thought it out," Jeff was impressed despite the situation.
Taking a couple of short breaths, trying not to smell too much of the odor the bitches were emanating, Jeff calmed down, going as still as everyone for a moment, before forcefully pushing Mr. Robbins off of him, growling loudly.
Somehow, the room became even more still. The white wolf whimpered and backed off, not understanding what she did wrong other than follow her instincts. She played a little with him, but surely that wasn't why Jeff looked angry at her, right?
Thinking of the humiliating show she had put on for both his and Sean's parents as an anchor to his anger, despite the visual and olfactive assault he was under, Jeff stated one thing he would never have dared say in such a cold tone before he discovered the Chronivac.
"I won't let you toy with my friend or our parents just because you all simultaneously got in heat," his growl lowered, "I want you to get out of the house, now," the 'now' wasn't as much a request rather than an order. Barely nodding, Mr. Robbins walked away, beckoning the rest of her family to go with her. Whimpers and whines were made, but looking again at Jeff's angry expression, she forcefully got everyone to leave. A few seconds later, a door was heard closing.
With half the problem out, the rest of the room, and people left, felt much calmer, still antsy and in clear need for mating, but as the scent slowly decreased, everyone was able to get in control of themselves again.
After a few more moments, Cassandra said that she was going back home.
"Are you coming with us Jeff?"
He looked at Sean, who seemed a little distressed by what had happened.
Not like he had choice anyway.
"Nah I'm good, you two go back home, I'll be back shortly."
They waved him goodnight, as it was already late, they would probably be already sleeping when he would go home too.
With a sigh, he finally got ready to tackle the last few problems left, fix the mess they made, and then discuss what to do and how to use the Chronivac in the future.
"I'm clearly not going up early tomorrow," he thought while looking at the clock, the hour being close to midnight.
Carl then spoke to Jeff.
"So are you going with Sean back to his room," she yawned, "me and Anette are going to bed too." Before he sould say anything, she gave him a key, "I don't think Sean will come back down, so just lock the door when you leave and put it in the small hole behind the mailbox, one of us will get it in the morning."
Jeff nodded, and just as he was heading with Sean, Carl stopepd him again.
"By the way… thank you… for the help, your parents will surely be proud of how you handled things."
The choice of words had made Sean send a quizzical look to his friend, who simply pushed him toward the stairs. Once they were in his room, both of them began to relax.
As Jeff sat on the couch, Sean, back at the computer, took the time to ask him about earlier.
"So, Jeff?"
He looked up and replied, "yeah?"
"Just...," There was a much louder sigh than before, "what did you do, back there?" Sean rubs his eyes, feeling tired from the tense night. "I would've simply fucked Mr. Robbins if I had been you," he starts to enter numbers as he prepare the Chronivac's settings, "but you somehow resisted that urge, heck, you even scared me a little because I was sure you would yell at her, but that tone, man that gave me some real goosebumps."
Jeff simply smiled, before chuckling to himself.
"It's actually funny, you know?" Sean looked back, head tilted, clearly confused. "It's because I was the first to be trnasfored by the Chronivac."
"And what does it have to do with all... this?"
"Well, we're wolves, how do you think they live," at the question, Sean's eyes became round like pennys.
"They live in packs, with an alpha, and we are all put into one group by it, that means-" he was cut off by Jeff.
"-that means our group is a pack, with me as alpha," he finished with a large smile.
Sean fell back in his chair, "woah...", but as he did so, his new weight made the chair tip dangerously.
With a yelp, and an alarmed bark from Jeff, who rushed to help, Sean flailing, the chair…