Vicious Submissive (BoyxBoy)

Sleep: Leo POV

My wolf was as giddy as ever, thinking about our mate and how he'd warmed up to us. I couldn't wait to see him after class so we could spend time together during free period. I wanted to know everything about him. His likes, his dislikes. I wanted to hold him again. The way he comfortably fit in my arms. It was a feeling I'd happily become addicted to. Even with all of these happy thoughts bouncing through my head, there were still a few things bothering me. Like that scar.

From the look of it...he shouldn't even be alive right now. Dread and relief flooded through me. Then there was the way he'd been looking during training. Most of the time, his face was neutral, but in the back of his eyes, he looked as if he were in pain. He didn't say anything, but it was clear to see that whatever was going on was messing with his mood. Especially when he snapped on Nico's Beta, Henry. It could just be the effects of not sleeping, but something told me there was more to it. I wanted to ask him about all of it, but I felt that now wasn't the time. The bell that signaled the end of class pulled me from my thoughts. I quickly grabbed my bag and exited the classroom, eager to see Cyrus.

When I reached his classroom, I leaned against the wall next to the doorway, watching as students filed out along with the teacher. None of them my mate. I waited a little longer, but after no one exited for a while, I took a peek. What I saw put my wolf into a state of slight panic. Cyrus stood in the back corner of the room, his eyes closed as he leaned heavily against the wall. He was holding his head, his face twisted in pain. His eyes opened to slits as he noticed me in the room. He reached toward me with his hand and tried to take a step forward, but staggered slightly, falling. My bag dropped as I rushed to him. Catching him in my arms, my mind raced. He didn't look this bad when I'd left,

"Baby, what's wrong?"

He mumbled the word 'migraine', gripping my arm for stability. I held him close and walked him over to a desk. After sitting him down, I kneeled in front of him holding his hands,

"Do you want me to take you to the nurse?"

His eyes widened, and he shook his head quickly before wincing in pain and closing his eyes again. Okay, the nurse was out of the question. His hands tightened slightly around mine as he whispered,

"Sleep..."

I nodded, standing. Picking up his books, I went over to my bag and shoved them in. Throwing it over my shoulder, I walked back and knelt again, speaking softly,

"If I help you, can you walk to the library with me? I can carry you if you can't."

"Walk..."

Boy, was he stubborn. I stood and wrapped my arm around his waist, helping him up. When he was standing fully, he leaned into my side, gripping my shirt. I repositioned my arm slightly so that it was more securely around his waist. We walked slowly through the crowded hallway. I growled at people who either didn't move or didn't mind their own business. We finally reached the library, and I guided us to the first table I saw. Sitting down first and dropping my bag to the floor, I guided him to my lap.

At first, he tensed up, but he quickly relaxed into me with his eyes closed. I pulled the chair next to us closer so he could stretch his legs out. Wrapping my arms around him, I held him close, rocking slightly after kissing his forehead. He fell asleep after about five minutes, his breathing evening out. I was relieved that he was finally unconscious to the pain, but I was still worried at how it became this serious in such a short period of time.

I looked at his face as he slept, his hand still gripping my shirt. He looked so content and peaceful. It differed from his usual blank expression. I couldn't help but smile at the fact that he could feel this way with me. The sound of a chair being pulled out caused me to look up. Josh was about to sit across from Cyrus and I. I told him to keep it quiet through the pack link before looking back at my sleeping mate. Josh spoke in a hushed tone,