The Two Alphas of Rosewood Creek [MxM]

Chapter 44- Theo

Theo's POV

The soft snores of a sleeping Remy made it hard to focus on anything else. I still didn't believe what had just happened, getting a panicked mindlink from Derrick to find Remy and Kash drunk at that stupid club. I could no longer hold my anger when I found Nate carrying his almost lifeless body; Remy mindlessly zoned out and clearly intoxicated. Barron was ready to take over, the fire in my veins coursing as Nate argued complete innocence in the matter.

Bullshit!

It was difficult, but I had managed to hold back Barron's brute fury. A small moan escaped Remy's lips as he stirred in my arms. My heart sunk as I hugged him tighter in my protective arms.

"Your safe Remy, you're going to be ok," I whispered calmly. He nuzzled into my chest as Nate blasted the heater. It was like a sauna. Nate and I suffered in the sweltering heat, but I didn't care as long as Remy was comfortable.

Sniffing along his neckline, an unfamiliar scent lingered on his smooth dark skin. It made me pay mind to Nate's words, that maybe something had happened to Remy. Nate's bruised knuckles carried the same scent, and I could only imagine what awful thing Nate had saved Remy from. That only made me angrier, to think that someone else laid their dirty hands on him.

Nate pulled into a gravel dirt driveway, parking near a wooden cabin. I got out and followed behind him, carrying Remy inside. Nate fumbled around for a bit, dropping his keys on the kitchen counter to turn on the lights. I stood in the living room, watching him start a fire before disappearing to a back hallway.

In the silence, I took in the quaint place, honey-hued logs lining the walls and rustic furniture, familiar scents of cedar as I felt a wave of nostalgia hit me.

Hmm... It's been a while since I was last here.

Nate remerged, his arms full with various items. He dropped them on the nearby couch and prompted me to bring Remy closer.

"Let's get him out of his clothes." I nodded compliantly and pulled his dirty hoodie off, his clothing soaked in vomit.  Nate handed me a wet washcloth to clean his body with. In a coordinated team effort, we changed Remy into Nate's oversized clothes. As annoyed as I was to be helping Nate, I slowly let myself accept the circumstances knowing that it was for Remy's wellbeing. Nate was different today, the trickster facade was gone as he meticulously dressed Remy. A  worried look wore long on his face as we tucked Remy into bed in one of the backrooms.

But that didn't mean I wasn't pissed, I changed out of my shirt and pulled a gray tee Nate had handed to me earlier. It was a bit tight, but it would do for the time being.

'Why did you let Nate take him here?' Barron growled. His anger was still roaring, like a raging fire sweeping through an eerily quiet forest.

'I don't know either, but let's not get into it now.' Barron needed to chill, it wasn't the time to argue over stupid shit. Remy was asleep right now and I wasn't going to barge in there and rip him from his quiet slumber. The soft whimpering he made as we cleaned him up was enough to pull me to tears. If I had just controlled my anger today, I would have been able to see him this afternoon, and possibly avoid this situation altogether if I hadn't ignored him.

Stress was building and my mind was a fucking mess. Barron was still pacing like a rabid dog and my thoughts were starting to pile up with all my problems.

Why must my life be so fucking complicated?

Stepping outside into the cool mountain air, I leaned myself over the wooden porch railing. Needed space for a second and being out here seemed like the best bet. In a strange twist of luck, silent delicate blooms of white crystals slowly drizzled down from the sky. Snow danced in the crescent moonlight, dropping the temperature with each little flake that coated the ground. My breath was visible in the cold air, small white-puffed clouds rising as I felt my body relax from watching a soft white blanket coating the forest before me. A small chuckle escaped my lips... Remy would not like the snow. Imagining his frantic face discovering that it had snowed the next day made a smile creep over my frigid face.