He heard voices and didn't know from where. The darkness enveloped him and his entire body refused to listen to it. But it didn't hurt. Only exhaustion was what was present. He didn't like not knowing what was happening or what had happened, he didn't like not being in control of the situation. He barely remembered the events after his heat began.
First the heat, then the need and the shuddering of his body to claim a female and knowing that he had one waiting for him had been worse the torture to the point of almost losing control. Then that sweet aroma that prompted him to run and catch it, to devour it whole.
A pain in his arm followed after that and the scars from his own bite would not disappear, as did not any mark that was intended for the link, even if it lost its effect by not being on the nape of the neck. As the searing heat of desire that devoured him lessened, news that made him run away regardless of what he left behind. The sensation of arms enveloping him, the caresses along his back and finally the darkness engulfed him again.
He felt the bed sink beside him and that scent reached him again, taking him out of all the mist in his mind. Little by little he opened his eyes, letting his dilated pupils get used to the lighting in the room where he found himself. The sheets and fluffy mattress were a relief to her tired body, the pillow on his neck provided more comfort.
-You have finally woken up- a female voice turned his face a little and looked at him out of the corner of her eyes.
Nebraska next to her wore an anguished expression as she kept her legs crossed on the bed and rushed over to wipe the damp cloth off her forehead and tapped, checking her temperature.
Fever. It was not normal for wolves to have a fever, but in his case, it was because he had not rested after a heat as overwhelming as the last. And it was time for his body to take its toll.
Her hand felt cold on his skin and he wanted to feel more. He grabbed the wrist with some uncontrolled force and moved it over his cheek, closing his eyes as if in a trance. The omega just let it be. He looked so weak and fragile and all because he had come looking for her. She smiled, caressing his wet cheek and brushing away the hair that tangled between her fingers.
-Let me change the fabric of your forehead, you need to cool down- she tried to loosen up but it didn't work.
-No- he whispered against her palm and pulled her harder, leaving her lying on the bed. Hades's hands moved to the sides of her dress and pulling the fabric tore at her in a dull sound, leaving her torso exposed.
Nebraska was unfazed. Hades's scent showed no excitement, he wasn't going to attack her. The man's body was accommodating until he was glued to hers, putting his head on her chest and his leg filtering through those of the wolf, resting his weight barely and closing his eyes again.
-You're cold, it feels ... good- were his last words before losing consciousness again.
Nebraska realized two things. She already knew the first one, he only confirmed it, Hades liked the contact with her. Second, he liked tearing clothes. She would have to be careful about that, since since she would become his wife, intimacy would not be overlooked and even less for him who was looking for puppies, so they would have to sit down and talk so that he bought her a specific wardrobe to tear. She wouldn't be overjoyed if some of the few clothes she owned and liked ended up in tatters on the floor. Even if it was for an intense moment afterwards.
The already constant breathing of that wolf moved through her chest synchronizing with her. His bare skin felt like warm velvet to the touch and was so contrasting that she found it captivating. The thought of running his fingertips so much to lick her made her blush slightly.
She had never had such thoughts with Rudoc, is that in itself, the idea of sex did not seem pleasant. Would it be different with this alpha? She swallowed hard. She only had to wait for the moment. Copying Hades's action, she closed her eyes as she stroked his wet black hair. She also needed to rest. Caring for the alpha all day with worry on the surface had exhausted her.
When Hades awoke several hours later he found himself alone in bed and dusk disappearing in the window announcing the early hours of the morning. He sat up slowly only to find that his fever had completely disappeared and he felt completely revived. Still he needed a bath urgently. He was drenched from head to toe in his own sweat and couldn't bear to feel dirty.
He pulled back the sheet that was sticking to him and found himself totally naked and the image of the torso also devoid of Nebraska clothing came to mind. Her exquisite clavicle, the whitish skin that needed sun rays to tan, those small breasts that would fit perfectly in her hands to massage them until she was satisfied, the flat abdomen, the narrow waist ...
He touched the bridge of his nose and remembered the not very decent movements he had made in his feverish moment. Why the hell didn't he remember more? Had they come to the end? Had he taken it? Had he marked her? His mind wandered between what seemed true and his imagination.
He sat on the edge of the bed clutching his head when the door was opened and a smiling Layan more cheerful than Hades had seen in years greeted him.
-My good friend, you finally woke up-
A tremor crossed the dark alpha's spine that made him sit up straight. Layan, smiling, really? That was a bad dream.
-Don't look at me like that, maybe you've seen a stranger, after all the years we've known each other- the redhead leaned against one of the canopies of the bed- I'll be one of the groomsmen at your wedding and what? Do you like the idea?-
Hades didn't know the incredulous expression he must have put on his face for Layan to snap his teeth.
-Always as straight as always- Layan ran her hand through her hair- Nebraska will give her consent when I ask because she's my new best friend, so I don't care what you say, I just came to let you know in advance-
For the first time, the Silver Pack alpha's jealousy intensified beyond his control.
-And since when have you and my fiancee been such good friends?- He snarled.
-After that intense day, where emotions were on the surface ...- Layan smiled when he caused Hades's eyes to turn their characteristic molten silver. He was about to continue bothering him when a female voice interrupted him.
-Since he owes me a very big favor- Nebraska concluded who stood next to the older wolf- Do not say things that can be misinterpreted, you are not the one who has to deal with the consequences later-
The supposed joke had not liked her either and she frowned knowing that in the end Layan was just teasing them. Nebraska felt pulled then to fall sitting on the thighs of Hades who only focused his annoyed gaze on his opposite.
-Don't worry, I didn't do anything- this time Layan had changed the tone of his voice and was serious again- Your fiancée is intact-
-You still have to explain to me why you kidnapped her and took her without my authorization from the pack and for what-
-Do you want this to come out as a scandal? -
Nebraska sighed and massaged her temples. She was, for sure, he dealing with puppies.
-Layan, Hades- she called them and they both looked at her- Who of the three is the youngest here? -
-You- they answered at the same time, if they could agree on some things- So ...- she narrowed his eyes- Why don't you sit and talk like civilized alphas of great packs without having to give each other threats every time you exchange one word, don't you realize the weight on your shoulders-
The wolves did not reply, only Hades who stroked their waist.
-She's right- Layan stood up straight and turned- Let's talk later- and saying this he left the room leaving them with the word in their mouths.
Nebraska thought that his bipolar nature would be a problem in the future but did not say so, she did not want to add more fire to the fire. She felt her fiancé's nose sniffing over her neck and behind her hair.
-He hasn't done anything to me, so no matter how hard you look you won't find anything- she didn't want to mention the part that he had healed her wounds using nothing more and nothing less than his tongue, he had even asked her to control her scent. He didn't know how Hades would react to this fact.
She heard him growl against her skin and she raised her hand, massaging his shoulder.
-If you feel better and you can get up, we can return to your pack as soon as possible, being here does not feel comfortable-
Hades's arms wrapped around her waist and she found that position intimately pleasing to her.
-It's not my pack- he saw her raise a doubtful eyebrow, before he left his lips against the skin of her cheek- It is our pack-