Vicious Submissive (BoyxBoy)

Sleepless: Leo

Three days. That's how long it's been since my baby slept. It's been five days since the incident with Kyle and his lackeys. That night, as well as the next two, I awoke to Cyrus screaming. Begging incoherently, while tears streamed down his face as he clawed at his body. The third night, after I finally pulled him from his nightmare, I held him for an hour as his mind locked itself into a cycle of anxiety attacks and intense paranoia. That was the last straw, in his eyes, and so began his streak of insomnia. The next night, he simply refused to sleep. He laid in my arms, waiting for me to drift off and wake up again. When I tried to bring it up, he simply brushed it off, saying 'it'll pass'. It didn't stop me from worrying.

The change in him from lack of sleep became more noticeable the longer it went on. He was extremely irritable and agitated with any and everyone that wasn't me. His usually emotionless face had turned into a permanent glare that threatened violence at the slightest word. He didn't hesitate to growl, snarl, or snap his fangs at anyone who breathed too loudly for his taste. Personally, I'd had to pull him from four fights before lunch one day. Above all else, he never left my side except to handle business in the bathroom. Otherwise, he was right there. Even during class.

He'd walk in without giving a second glance to even the teacher, following behind me and sitting on my lap where he'd stay curled quietly until class ended. The first time he did this, the teacher had tried to protest but, despite the rules that stated the teachers were to be respected regardless of the rank of the student, the look he gave and the aura he exhibited quickly put a stop to the protests.

It scared me to see him like this, and it pissed me off that Kyle had been the catalyst. Above all else, I felt so useless, and it hurt that he wouldn't really talk about it. About his pain or his nightmares or his anxieties. I wanted to take it all away, but I was powerless. My dad was none too happy either. In fact, he'd reprimanded Kyle and his lackeys the same day.

*Day of the Incident*

I laid my sleeping mate on our sheets. Careful not to wake him with my movements. He'd finally fallen asleep after twenty minutes of us rocking on the front porch. Pulling the blankets up, I gently tucked them around him before brushing his blue-black hair from his face. I carefully exited the room, closing the door softly. As I stood, still holding the doorknob, I inhaled deeply. Trying, and failing, to reign in my anger. I was pissed. I wanted Kyle's head served up with his cohorts, Trevor and Mica, as side dishes. As I was trying to simultaneously get my anger under control and figure out new ways to murder someone as slowly as possible, my dad contacted me through the pack link,

Can you join me in my office? It concerns the incident at dinner.

Yes

Good

He cut the link off and I continued the useless breathing exercises as I made my way to the Alpha's office. I opened the door, almost ripping it from hinges as the scent of the main head warrior along with his second and third drifted to my nose. As I slammed the door shut behind me, I knew my eyes were shifting colors as my wolf fought to get out and rip them to shreds for hurting our mate. I stalked over to my father, who was seated behind his desk, eyes glowing amber. All three had their heads down and necks shown in submission. The anger radiating off of both me and my father most likely was making the room unbearable for the three. My dad hissed out a breath as his jaw clenched. After a moment, he turned his gaze to the three who dared not look up,

"How, exactly, do you want to explain yourself?"

My father's voice was low and gruff, showing the temper that was pushing just beneath the surface. After too many moments of silence, my dad's growl filled the room as he snapped,