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Lestat de Lioncourt hadn’t presented in his twenty six years of life.
No, he had never gone through a heat nor a rut. Nor had he ever been declared a beta. Though the doctors assumed he was one do to the lack of presenting.
He had his first puberty but not a second and that left him…. Unfinished. It was so abnormal it left Lestat feeling like he didn’t belong amongst society.
It came from the abuse and neglect his parents and brothers had subjected him to. The heavy hands of the alpha males around him, the sad eyes of his beta mother. They all left him this.
He didn’t realize it right away. Lestat had assumed he was a beta like Gabrielle. She had told him that when he hadn’t presented at fourteen and his father demanded answers. The sick man had hoped he was an omega to hope he could sell him off to a marriage.
An illegal and archaic practice but Monsieur de Lioncourt would’ve found a way. He even had a buyer ready to go before Gabrielle ruined all his dreams.
Five years later Lestat escaped home and moved to America. He has been there for a year doing odd jobs and favors for money before he stumbled upon the Azalea.
The club was looking for a singer, and entertainer. And Lestat was nothing if not entertaining. He was also gorgeous, he knew. Despite how skinny his stomach was his shoulders were broad and people liked how much he didn’t make sense.
He was pretty and hot and handsome and people wanted to fuck him. He knew he had a good voice and the French accent made people interested. Even if they were in New Orleans.
Louis hired him on the spot but had been horrified when he learned he hadn’t been to a doctor in the year he lived in the states. And the fact he was living on whoever he was sleeping with’s bed or their couch.
The alpha had taken him in immediately. Set him up in one of his extra rooms and gotten him a doctor’s appointment.
That’s where Lestat learned the truth. He wasn’t a beta. Or an alpha or an omega. He wasn’t anything because his body hadn’t decided or shown yet.
He was just Lestat and Lestat felt uncomfortable by that knowledge. The doctor said that his blood work was inconclusive but to say he was a beta if asked, if the real answer was too difficult for him.
Louis had held him while he sobbed. And Lestat sobbed for hours after getting the results. His body shaking and big fat tears staining Louis’ expensive suit.
It was his family’s fault he didn’t present. That’s what the doctor told him. All the pain he suffered had made him unable to present during his youth. And potentially impossible for it ever to happen.
He felt like his life ended at twenty. He was different and he wasn’t going to be able to have children, not sire them or mother them, and it devastated him.
He would never be anything. He was un presented forever.
At least that’s what he thought.
~~~
It started off like a regular Illness. Nothing he wasn’t used to. His head hurting, stomach cramping from nausea, feeling dizzy.
He requested a couple days off from preforming when his throat started hurting and was of course granted them by the generous alpha who was staring at him nervously.
Lestat was trying to work at the piano. His fingers on the keys as he worked on the newest song for the club. Louis tried to get him in bed but the blond had refused.
He was restless. Unable to stay in his bed, as comfortable as it may be, and be surrounded by boring silence.
He needed to do something. There was an edge of energy in his body despite how crappy he felt. An electricity.
Louis was his boss, his roommate, and his best friend. The alpha was constantly doting on Lestat, causing rumors that they were couples across their business and into many of corners of their beloved city.
It was a painful reminder that they weren’t mates. Lestat wished they were, wished he could be Louis’. Hell if he was any presentation they could’ve been. But his lack one kept him from being marked.
He could never be claimed.
Louis seemed to forget this entirely. He spoiled Lestat. Though he would never admit it. He took care of him as if he was one if his own and it was so sweet that Lestat couldn’t admit how much it hurt.
“Should I call the doctor?” Louis asked as he approached Lestat, hand out to gentle out against the Frenchman’s forehead. “You’re burning up.”
Lestat shook his head. He hated doctors. They always stared at him for his lack of presentation. They gawked at diagnosis and never focused on anything else wrong with him.
They also reminded him too much of the doctors back in France his father took him too. The ones who patched up the worst of his wounds but never stopped the causes.
“S'il te plaît, no doctors mon Cher.” Lestat cried and his hands stilled on the piano keys. “It’s not necessary.”
Louis didn’t seem to agree if the way he frowned indicated anything. But he didn’t push. He just nodded and swiped the loose hairs from Lestat’s eyes.
“Still think you need to be in bed.” Lestat sighed at the alpha’s words. “You have a fever and look paler than normal. We both know that isn’t good.”
Lestat was pale by nature and he did know he looked even more pale at the moment. Not that he would admit that to Louis. He would just take it as evidence that he’s right about the bed and later the doctor.
The idea made his stomach clench in pain. He cringed at the feeling and decided made he was right about laying down. He wasn’t getting any work done anyway.
“Fine, I’ll take a nap.” Lestat told the worried alpha. “Will you sit with me though? I don’t want to be alone.”
He didn’t want to be alone, never wanted to be alone. It was his worst fear. And when he felt like this that fear was amplified. Being Louis was the only cure to the ugly emotion.
Something about him was so calming. His presence, his devotion, his scent.
Louis hesitated opening his mouth for a second before smiling at him. “Of course. Need to watch your fever don’t I?”
~~~
The sight of his sick friend was breaking Louis’ heart. He had seen Lestat in bad states before, when they first met being the worst.
He had barely been twenty then and was skinnier than a pole. His ribs had been completely visible. And the bruises and scars Louis had found were awful.
The audition hadn’t been so bad. Just seeing him skinny and frail, but later that night walking home… Louis had found him with one of the old fuckers in the area who thought they were so important because they were white rich alphas.
Lestat had been naked and beaten. The alpha asshole left him on the street when Louis walked up to check on the poor man, and he scooped him up in his arms.
When Lestat said he didn’t have a home Louis gave him one. And a job though that had already been the plan.
His voice had been Angelic and his smile devilish. Louis had been hooked on more than one way. Attraction had hit him hard and fast.
A feeling that was laced with guilt after he saw Lestat later that night. Even more when he helped the man get to the doctors and realized his dream of being officially mated was gone.
Louis was still in love, he could admit it. He had always loved Lestat and he wanted to show him that he accepted him regardless but Lestat had pushed the idea of a relationship away.
That hadn’t stopped Louis from being in love or noticing that Lestat loved him back. It didn’t stop the ideas and planning on how to tell the poor man that it didn’t matter if they were officially mated. They could just have rings and a wedding ceremony and Louis would be the happiest man in the entire world.
Now Lestat was asleep in bed, Lestat’s not Louis despite the alpha’s internal desires, and he was texting Paul apologies about not being about to go over.
Paul was alone while their mother was traveling with Grace and Levi. Paul was an adult and could look after himself but none of the family liked to leave him by himself for long.
His brother was pissed and if he wasn’t a god fearing man, Louis was sure he would’ve been cursing Lestat out for being sick. Louis turned his phone off after seeing him call his best friend an abomination for the nth time.
Fucking asshole.
“He just doesn’t understand.” Louis sighed rubbing lightly at Lestat’s head, knowing the blond had complained of a headache. Poor thing. “You’re the best man I’ve ever met, and he’s just jealous.”
And he knew his brother was jealous. He knew Paul hated that he had a presentation and wished deep down he hadn’t been born with one. Though he did nothing to change his.
There were options for Paul, there weren’t any for Lestat.
Lestat leaned into his touch, the sleeping man sighing. Louis thought he looked so peaceful like this despite everything. Sleep being the one time Lestat wasn’t putting on a performance.
His phone buzzed and Louis barely had time to grab it before it began to ring. With a huff he went to decline it but saw it was his sister so he reluctantly answered.
“Hold on Gracie.” He whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to Lestat’s head and carefully crawled out of bed.
He didn’t want to leave Lestat but he also didn’t wanna wake the poor thing up. He knew his sister’s voice could travel loudly through the phone and that Lestat would want to talk to her no matter how exhausted he may be.
Once he was in the hallway, Louis held the phone up to his ear and paced slowly. “Okay sorry, sis.”
“Your boy sleeping?” Grace asked with a gentle laugh. “I don’t hear him.”
Louis smiled fondly. Grace and lestat were good friends, not as close and Louis was to the French man but close. The two would often do things on their own and would steal Louis’ phone to talk to each other if Louis was on call.
“He’s napping,” Louis let her know she was right. “He’s been sick for a few days now. Stubborn as ever he won’t let me take him to the doctors.”
“Poor Lestat.” She said sympathetically. “Paul called me a moment ago to complain about it. Told him he can go reevaluate his mind set if he was gonna be wishing Lestat a sick man poorer. Any idea what Les has?”
Of course Paul called Grace. Well he probably called their mama who told Grace and she just didn’t wanna mention Florence getting involved.
With a groan Louis leaned against the wall. He was already exhausted. And annoyed as hell that his brother tried to tattle on him. Heaven forbid he try and help his best friend.
“No idea, it’s like it’s the flu. But not. And well if I didn’t know any better I would think it’s a heat or something. That’s not possible for him though.”
“Maybe it is.” Grace replied in a low voice. Like she didn’t want anyone else to hear them. “He could be presenting. Think about it Louis, sounds awfully familiar to what Paul and I went through.”
Louis remembered his siblings’ first heats. They were both sick for two days before either one of theirs hit and they had to go to doctors right away to be knocked out for the remainder of it.
It had been hell to watch, and Louis knew they had suffered greatly. He had spoiled each of them rotten afterwards to try and make them feel better but it didn’t work really well.
But they were at the correct age when that happened. Their second puberty happened on track, Lestat didn’t have that second presentation.
This couldn’t be a heat… right?
~~~
Lestat was vomiting his breakfast into the downstairs toilet when he heard Louis looking for him. The blond groaned in agony and wished he had the foresight to lock the door.
He knew Louis was gonna find him throwing up and that he was going to make him go to the doctors. Which meant he was going to suffer in the car and in the building and his stomach was cramping so bad.
His face was flushed, hair was dripping with sweat, and his ass was hurting? He had no idea what that was about and frankly he was more concerned about the vomit.
“putain de merde. s'il te plaît mon Dieu, fais que ça s'arrête” he cried between retches. His stomach ached so badly. The muscles working as it forced what little food he had eaten out of his system.
He felt like death.
“Lestat?” Louis called from the other side dig the door. His scent made Lestat whine and his eyes teared up as he dry heaved for the final time. Or what he hoped was the final time.
“Honey, what’s that smell?” Louis’ voice tone was soft but Lestat whimpered from the worry and fear. He could smell it. A thick agonizing scent.
Tears started cascading down his face. He attempted to wipe them away but it only made it worse. He was a mess and the cloying scent coming from under the door overwhelmed him.
He curled into himself on the floor, pain radiating through him as his body. His stomach clenched and then let go repeatedly. Like it was being squeezed.
The alpha said something Lestat couldn’t hear and the door opened. The scent thickened and mixed with the one currently in the bathroom. Lestat sobbed harder as his senses burned from overuse.
“Baby.” Louis’ wrecked voice was clear enough this time as his hot hand touched the poor sick man’s skin. Lestat both flinched and moaned at the touch. “Oh baby, you’re in heat.”
Heat? Not possible. Heats were for omegas not for abominations with no presentation. He wasn’t in heat because he wasn’t an omega. He wasn’t lucky enough to be one.
He shook his head. Louis had to be mistaken. There was no way he was correct. No way in hell.
“Do you smell that sweetness?” Louis asked, cupping Lestat’s face. Lestat’s vision was blurry from tears and from sickness. “That’s your scent. Your heat. I could smell it from upstairs, Cherie.”
Lestat shook his head again. Louis was going insane. Maybe he was sick too. Lestat would need to check his temperature as soon as these evil cramps stopped tormenting him.
There was a sweetness, one that didn’t belong to Louis. But it wasn’t coming from him. He didn’t have a scent like this. His doctor had told him that.
“Lestat you’re dripping slick, your pants are wet with them.” Louis grabbed his hand and brought it between his knees. Lestat yelped and struggled, trying to get his hand away from the sore area but then his fingers made contact with the wet fabric.
The sweetness intensified and so did the pain. He shuddered and tears continued to fall at a fast rate. He didn’t understand. How was he leaking? He shouldn’t have slick. He never had it before.
“I know you’re scared, this is scary. And you’re hurting . But I have you. I’m gonna take of you. Is it okay if I take you to bed? It’ll be more comfortable.”
Bed did sound better than the floor or next to the toilet.
“Oui.” He replied through the pain, teeth grinding as the cramps hit. “Mon Cher, I-i don’t like this.”
“I know, sweetheart.” The alpha scooped him up in his arms. Lestat let him without compliant and melted into the touch. It burned but it was a soothing burn. His scent washing over him and calling his nerves. “I promise I’ll help you. This will help.”
Lestat nuzzled his head into Louis’ neck. The gesture made the alpha whine a little but he quickly stopped the sound and kissed Lestat’s head in response. Lestat gasped, his cheeks flushed more.
His body felt like nothing in the alpha’s arms as they climbed up the stairs. Lestat didn’t even bounce in his hold as the ascended. He wasn’t sure how Louis managed it but he did.
“Want my room?” Louis whispered and then chuckled when Lestat nodded enthusiastically.
He wanted Louis’ bed. It was warm and smelled nice. Plus it usually had Louis in it and that was the best part of all.
Before he knew it he was being laid into the softness that was the bed. It was filled with plump pillows and a thick comforter. Lestat’s wondered if he could get lost in it.
“Couldn’t lose you with that scent, Les. Could find you quick.” Louis sounded amused at the blond. Lestat pouted but it was wiped away when Louis crawled in bed next to him.
He was pulled into the alpha’s arms again and he wanted to live there. Maybe he could convince Louis to let him. He spoiled Lestat so it might not take a lot.
Louis rubbed his back and his neck. Lestat shivered under the touch, his neck was sensitive for some reason. Itchy and warm.
Could one spot of his body give him a break? Just a single spot.
“Is that helping or hurting?” The alpha asked as he massaged the itchy spot. The digits kneading into his neck felt strange.
“Not sure.” Lestat answered honestly. “It itches. What a strange case of the flu.”
Louis tensed against him. The thickness of Louis’ scent, was that amber, turned deeper with upset. Concern or worry, Lestat thought. He couldn’t tell but it made him whine in worry.
Hands started rubbing his skin again and Louis muttered apologies and the scent went back to the warm sweet one from before.
It settled into his skin like a remedy. His stomach cramped still but it lessened a bit, like Louis’ touch was the cure his body was seeking this entire time.
“It’s not the flu.” Louis’ words were kind but firm as he rubbed his scent into Lestat’s skin, especially where his neck was itching. “You know that, deep down. Lestat you have to know that this isn’t the flu. It’s a heat and it’s real.”
“Oui.” He replied and the weight of the situation hit him. He was in heat, he was presenting. He was twenty six years old but he was finally presenting.
Tears rapidly fell down his cheeks and he hid them against Louis’ chest. His body was hurting but his alpha’s scent was relaxing him somehow. It felt impossible for both things to be true.
“I don’t know how to be an omega.” Lestat whispered. “I don’t know how to get through a heat.”
Louis held him tighter. Lestat’s bones ached from the forced and he couldn’t breathe but he didn’t ask him to stop, even when he felt more of the… slick leak from his aching hole.
“I’ll help you. I’ll help you through all of it, if you let me. My Lestat.” The alpha begged. “My omega. Let me take care of you.”
Lestat was shocked by his sweetness. By his offer. He knew that Louis cared for him but this wasn’t a simple act. It was life changing.
“Please Louis, alpha.” Lestat whimpered. “I’m yours.”
And he was. He had been for years. Since the moments they met and the moment Louis found Lestat broken on the streets of New Orleans.
He had been his the moment Louis took him home and took care of him. Since he gave him a life that meant safety and love. Not fear and pain and suffering.
Louis was his home and he trusted him with all of his self.
“I’ll take care of you. Forever baby, never gonna get rid of me.” Louis promised. “My sweet omega.”
He stretched his neck out to Louis and his alpha kissed on the sensitive skin. Sparks shot through him, lighting up every nerve in his body.
The soft lips of his alpha on the tender skin has Lestat pushing up to meet him, wanting more pressure against the spot. He wanted the sharpness of a bite. To scratch the itch that persisted.
“Alpha,” lestat whined. “Mon Cher. Need you in me.”
Regrettably what he needs leads to Louis removing his lips from Lestat’s neck and moving Lestat off his chest. The cuddle being stopped earlier than the new omega expected was heartbreaking but Louis didn't let him mourn the touch long.
"I can't touch you, can't feel you, if we just cuddle baby. If you wanna cuddle that's okay but I can't fuck you probably if that's what we're doing."
Lestat nodded and whimpered “touch me.”
Louis obliged. He knew that’s what his omega wanted, what he needed. And he wasn’t gonna deny him one fucking bit.
He quickly removed Lestat’s clothes. The drenched pieces thrown across the room to be dealt with later. Lestat wouldn’t need them for a while anyway.
Louis quickly got rid of his clothes too.
“Smell so good baby.” Louis praised and his hands wrapped around Lestat’s thighs. He yanked them apart and the scent of Lestat’s leaking hole intensified. Slick dripped onto
Louis' sheets. “Wanna taste you.”
Something warm and wet pressed against his hole. Lestat moaned as Louis’ tongue pushed past his aching rim and he started licking him open.
He tried to clench his legs together at the sensation but Louis’ hands held him firmly in place. His legs ached from the pressure and he felt Louis’ nails dig in his skin a little.
His alpha started licking in earnest. Moans escaping him like Lestat’s slick was ambrosia, divine and sacred. A feast for him to devour.
And his alpha was starving.
“Louis!” Lestat yelled in pleasure, head thrown back against the pillows as Louis ate him out. Lestat had never been pleasured in such a way, and would only ever crave Louis’ touch. “Alpha, I’m close.”
This spurred his greedy alpha on. The iron scent of blood mixed with the heated sweetness and Louis’ amber as he dug in. Lestat was whining as he hurtled towards orgasm.
He’s sent over the edge within seconds, Louis’ name on his tongue as he sobs. His cock tightens and he feels his own cum fall on his belly at the same time slick gushes onto his alpha’s tongue.
Louis is there to fuck him through it. Slurping up everything he can give him as he survives the aftershocks and the cramps subside, really subside, for the first time in days.
Lestat feels good. So fucking good. He’s never felt like this before.
“Mon Cher.” He murmured in awe as Louis removed his tongue to kiss his puckered hole. His alpha’s lips were soft against him.
“You’re delicious, baby. If you didn’t need a knot in you as soon as possible I would spend hours tasting that pretty hole.” Louis placed kisses on his inner things as he inserted his fingers where his tongue vacated.
Lestat whined. He needed the knot Louis had mentioned. The heat had flared up again, mixing with his high, and he needed more. Needed Louis to make it all go away.
That made his alpha laugh. Lestat pouted and tears appeared. His alpha was making fun of him.
“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean it that way. You’re just cute. I’m gonna knot you soon. Just have to prep you so you don’t tear.” Louis soothed him, sending out calming pheromones. “You’re so beautiful Lestat.”
Lestat blushed. He did know he was beautiful but hearing his alpha say it after eating his ass was something else.
The fingers in his ass worked quickly and effectively. Stretching him enough in a way that was pleasurable but didn’t make him close to coming again which the omega was grateful for. He had a feeling that his poor dick wasn’t going to have a lot of breaks tonight.
Just the thought of sex was making the heat in his belly light again and his dick ached a little though it wasn’t fully hard. Louis looked amused and Lestat didn’t feel so bad about it this time.
The alpha slipped another finger in and then another. Practically his whole hand was in there! It seemed like overkill but Lestat was powerless to get him to stop the excessive prepping. His whines were met with sweet kisses to his thighs.
Finally after what felt like hours, days, maybe even weeks, Louis pulled his fingers out and immediately put his cock inside. His still slick hole took him easily and Louis was huge.
Lestat had sucked many a cock before and never in his entire life had he seen one so big. Sure he had never had one shoved up his ass before but Louis has to had the biggest in New Orleans. That wasn’t including his knot.
“putain de merde!” Lestat groaned as Louis slammed in. Their hips were flushed now and Lestat barely had time to adjust before Louis was moving his legs to his shoulders. “Mon Cher! So full!”
“Barely done anything yet.” His alpha teased. “Haven’t taken my knot or my cum yet Lestat. Imagine how full you’ll be then. Filled to the brim with me.”
Louis started to thrust. Lestat clenched around him and whined at the intensity. Louis hit something on a certain thrust that had Lestat seeing stars and cum shooting out onto them.
“Found it.” His alpha smirked without pausing. Now that he was seated inside Lestat there was no stopping Louis from claiming him. “Your prostate is so sensitive sweetheart.”
Prostate? Lestat didn’t know what that was but would ask him later when his head wasn’t so full of Louis’ scent and he wasn’t so covered in cum.
His hands went to Louis’ arms and he held on for dear life. His body bent in half and pounded into as his alpha chased his pleasure.
“Need you!” Lestat cried, his nails digging into Louis’ brown arms. Now it was his blood that mixed with their scents. “Knot me!”
“My sweet little omega wants me to knot him?” The alpha’s tone was a little condescending but Lestat liked it. “Fill you up with my cum until it takes? Won't stop until you're carrying my child Lestat is that what you want?"
“Oui!” The omega moaned. “Please, Mon Cher. Need it. Needs to take.”
He needed to be full of Louis’ spent. Needed to be bred by his alpha until his womb was overflowing and they had life growing there.
Louis pushed his knot in with a kiss. His touch now gentle to help balance out the burn in Lestat’s ass. His rim stretched around the swollen appendage and he thought he was going to rip.
He didn’t though. He adjusted like the good omega he was and took everything he was given. Louis started thrusting and Lestat's vision was blurry from tears.
“You’re doing so good for me, so perfect.” Louis praised as he pounded into him. Amber and sweetness combined. Iron faded into the background as Louis moaned. “Fuck, come for me. Come for your alpha.”
“PUTAIN” Lestat screamed as his body obeyed. Tears ricocheted down his cheeks and Louis thrusted hard before stilling. Something hot begin to fill his the being.
Lestat wasn’t religious anymore. His belief in god had died with fists against his body and his tiny voice dying out as he prayed for salvation.
But in that moment, Lestat swore that God had sent Louis to him and was allowing one of his angels to love him. He wasn’t sure why he was so blessed by his Saint Louis but he was honored all the same.
Alphas came more than he realized. His body was being filled with so much cum he began to cramp. His stomach aching as he bloated with his lover’s release.
Louis noticed of course and began to rub at his belly. The evidence of Lestat’s orgasms rubbed into his skin and green eyes sparkled down at him as he did so.
"Filling you so good." Louis smiled. "Look at you, bet you're already going to show after this."
By the way his belly felt he was sure he was already showing. Impossible but this whole day felt impossible. He had gotten his heart’s desire. It should’ve been impossible.
“How are you still going? ton pénis est cassé?” Lestat’s sigh turned into a moan as Louis thrusted all of a sudden.
“Not broken.” The alpha confirmed with a sly grin. “Just doing my job.”
His job was stuffing more cum into Lestat’s poor hole non stop apparently. Maybe Lestat should’ve asked more questions about knots and how that worked before he allowed one in his ass.
He has a lot of questions to ask Louis once his knot was deflated and Lestat wasn’t bursting.
And the pressure was getting extreme. He whined and whimpered “too much.”
“I can’t pull out, sweet thing.” Louis sounded sorry at least. Lestat cried at that, he wasn’t sure he could take much more. “I’ll hurt you if I do that. But I’ll try and make you more comfortable.”
Lestat wasn’t sure how he was going to do that but he nodded. Louis gently pressed a kiss to his right thigh before gently removing his leg from his shoulder. Easing it down to rest by his hip and oh that helped.
He did the same to his other leg and it was less intense. His stomach still ached and his ass was burning from the knot pulling from the movements but he didn’t feel quite so full.
“There we go much better.” Louis observed still gentle as he rubbed the sore stomach of the new omega. “Should feel plenty empty now.”
Lestat tried to glare at his alpha for the joke, he may not be bursting but he was fuller than he had ever been. And his lover was still filing him up!
“See,” Louis continued as he ignored the glare, massaging his bloated tummy. “Lots of space for me to fill. You’re too empty.”
If he had been able to use any of his limbs on his own, Lestat might’ve slapped Louis’ chest for this. As it was he was too exhausted. Everything felt heavy.
And he did like feeling the alpha was giving him. He felt wanted and loved, treasured. Even the full feeling was nice in a way. Though his stomach was stretching in a way it hadn’t before.
His mind was getting fuzzy. Light in a way he hadn’t experienced. He wondered if it was the heat or the luxury of being with a partner who cared about him.
Of course Louis noticed.
“I got you Lestat,” Louis whispered. “You can float if you need. I won’t let you go too far.”
The omega nodded, vaguely aware of him whispering “I love you.” To Louis as he slipped further into the fuzzy warmth in his head.
His body was weighed down but his mind wasn’t. His alpha would keep him safe and get him through the next few days, or however long this lasted. He trusted him.
Everything was perfect.