Chapter Eleven | Visit

~George's P.O.V~

Every time I woke up I was forced out of my sleeping state. I didn't want to get up. Clay had to drag me around the house for days.

"George!" Clay poked at me.

"Stop poking me! Let me sleep!" I groaned sleepily.

He shook his head. "George. You know you have to get up to take care of yourself." He grabbed me by my scruff, lifting me. I struggled in his grasp and he rolled his eyes, setting me back down. I snuggled back into the blankets, ushering Clay to me. He let out a sigh, snuggling against me.

~Xaffo's P.O.V~

I watched George from an uncomfortable position. The alpha's eyes were trained on me. I wasn't one to understand the possession of having an Omega, especially one in pre-heat.

I couldn't help but feel unsettled being watched by the Alpha. To make the Alpha more comfortable with me being within this distance of their Omega, I was in my wolf form as well.

"So, uh... Is this all he does?"

The Alpha raised his eyebrow. "Yeah, sort of. He's actually not supposed to be sleeping this much, it's supposed to only last a week." He let out a deep sigh. Clay was worried. The Alpha nuzzled George slightly.

"When do we wake him up?" I asked, tilting my head a bit.

he Alpha sighed. "Soon. It's not going to be easy, though..."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"He seems to take it differently than others. It usually takes him a shot of adrenaline to get him up."

"Drugs?" I glared at him.

"I mean... I guess you can call it that." He rested his head on George.

Long moments passed in uncomfortable silence. The Alpha seemed persistent in watching me and his Omega. Being in this room made me very uncomfortable, but I wasn't here because I wanted to be here, I was here because I needed to be. For George.

The Alpha sighed, getting up and jumping off the bed. He paused at the door frame. "Don't go near him," the Alpha growled. I quickly nodded as he left the room.

He walked back in, this time in his human form. He slightly shook the Omega. "George?" He didn't budge. The Alpha wasn't wrong; it was as if George was held in a deep sleep.

He sighed, going next to the bed, grabbing a syringe and a small bottle filled with a clear liquid.

"Hold on." I stopped the Alpha. "George? It's me, Xaffo? I came to see how you are."

When he didn't move, I let out a deep sigh. "Can I?" I motioned towards the sleeping Omega. The Alpha let a low growl, then backed up to allow me to approach him.

"George?" I softly shook him. His eyes fluttered open, catching a glimpse of me.

"Xaffo?" He smiled sleepily.

"Hey- it's been a bit, hasn't it?" I asked.

He stretched slightly before settling back down in his blankets. "Yeah, it has. What are you doing here?" He let out a yawn.

"I heard you weren't having a good pre-heat, so thought I would check on you."

"Mhm." George nodded in response.

"You hungry?" I asked George.

"Mhm." George muttered again and I started getting up. When I arrived back with the food, Dream was huddled up protectively next to George. By the looks of it, George was half asleep again.

I placed the food next to George, ignoring the small growl the Alpha let out. George opened his eyes slightly, noticing the food before lazily chowing down. Once I removed the plate, I could tell George was already asleep.

Clay let out a sigh. "That will be it for another six or more hours."

Six hours? He stays asleep for six or more hours before waking up again? "So, he sleeps... and sleeps?" I asked the Alpha, already knowing the answer. He nodded his head.

I had overstayed my welcome. I could tell the Alpha was getting more and more uncomfortable with me being in the house. I said a quiet goodbye to George before taking my much-needed leave...

~Clay's P.O.V~

When the Beta was finally gone I was able to relax. My instincts were all over the place.

I was slightly startled when my phone began ringing. I grumbled, refusing to leave my Omega, even for a second.

"Clay!" I knew exactly who it was.

"Dad..."

"Clay! How's that Omega of yours?" He said cheerfully knowing it was making me frustrated.

"He's fine." I let out a protective growl.

"You're being extra protective today, Clay." I could hear a smirk in his voice.

"So? I'm allowed to be protective over my Omega," I growled.

My father let out a chuckle. "Of course you are,Clay! That's how a good alpha acts."

I rolled my eyes. I just wanted to go back to my Omega, not talk with my father. "I have to go," I snapped, hanging up without another word. My father did nothing but antagonize me, and it made me frustrated.

I let out a sigh, snuggling into my Omega's addicting warmth. I didn't know how things were going to go during George's heat; I heard what the Omega said. It would be so hard for the omega, and to make matter worst he didn't want pups.

The question was, Am I even ready for pups myself? I feel like I'm out of time, like I had to choose. I thought I could avoid this forever.

George thought he could avoid this forever, then he was dragged to Winter Leaf and forced into all these events he wanted nothing to do with. I didn't understand why just now I was starting to understand the Omega.

Why was I finally starting to understand George?

His life changed so quickly... Fuck, the only reason I let Xaffo over was to help him with George's pre-heat. I never saw George's side of things because I wasn't an Omega. I was an Alpha- a lead Alpha. Everything was given to me on a golden platter. And it wasn't until now that I understood that George wasn't just an Omega, he wasn't just my mate.

He was a human just like him, a human that had it so much worst than him...

I'm sorry George...