Vicious Submissive (BoyxBoy)

Showing: Cyrus POV

I woke up to the feeling of my bladder ready to burst. Goodness, this had to be the third time tonight. I got up as carefully as possible, trying not to wake my sleeping mate as I slipped from his embrace. I walked to the bathroom, waddling as I rubbed my nicely sized baby bump. It was the second week of my third month, and my stomach wanted the world to know. It was rounded and starting to protrude, though I wasn't struggling to move around too much. I was definitely going to be soon. As I peed, I suddenly had a craving for vanilla ice cream and cheddar cheese. One of the many things this pup made me hungry for.

I finished up and quietly made my way to the kitchen, taking my time as I walked down the steps so that the added weight didn't knock me off balance. Quickly and quietly, I made myself a bowl of ice cream with sprinkles of the shredded cheese on top, before sitting at the kitchen island and stuffing my face. I rubbed my rounded stomach as I ate contentedly. That is, until I heard footsteps walking into the kitchen. I looked towards the intruder with my usual stoic mask and had to stop myself from puking as my eyes landed on Sara, of all people. I didn't have the chance to wonder why she was here when I smelled the scent of wolves from the pack. Seriously? I looked away and continued my previously blissful actions with my stoic mask on my face. I hoped she would leave, rather she spoke,

 "Haven't you gained enough weight, rogue? I bet he only fucked you out of pity and you, being the worthless trash you are, happily accepted. Did it feel good not having to sell yourself for once or was it incomparable to the wild exploits you've probably already had, rogue whore?"

Usually, I'd be pissed, no, furious. I'd flood this entire building with bloodlust before ripping her throat out. But, for some reason, I couldn't reach for my anger. All I felt was hurt. My heart hurt from what she said. Was I just a slut? I knew she was being a jealous bitch, but it didn't stop the words from digging into me. My eyes stung from how hurt I felt. Am I a pity fuck? I heard her laugh as tears started to fall from my eyes. Why was I crying? Why did her words hurt? She was nothing. And yet...it hurt so much. I dropped my spoon as a sob left my lips.

She continued to laugh, and I covered my face. As if that would help. What the hell is wrong with me? More sobs left my lips as she continued to insult me. Suddenly, she was cut off by a deafening growl that seemed to shake the entire room as it reverberated through the floor. Killing intent filled the area as I looked up, trying to see through my teary vision, as I continued sobbing. Standing in the door was a pale-yellow-eyed Leo; fangs and claws bared as he looked at Sara with murder in his eyes. Sara shook in fear and surprise as Leo snapped his fangs and stepped between she and I,

 "Stay. Away. From. MATE!"

His voice was rough as he spoke between his growls. Sarah nodded her head; holding her hands up in surrender, but still attempted to throw a glare in my direction, only to take off running when Leo lunged for her. He snapped his fangs again before turning to me and rushing over, his fangs and claws retracting as his eyes switched between silver and pale-yellow, before settling on silver with a yellow ring as he held me tightly, shushing me as he ran his fingers through my hair,

 "It's okay, baby. It's alright."

I held onto him as he sat me on his lap while sitting on the stool I had been occupying. It was another five minutes before the crying stopped. Leo had been rocking me and was now gently wiping the tears from my face, smiling at me gently. Incredibly, my ice cream hadn't completely melted by now, prompting Leo to examine the concoction,

 "Are you still hungry, baby?"

I looked at him and saw that his eyes were fully silver once again, and nodded quietly while sniffling. He kissed my cheeks and forehead before feeding me until the bowl was empty. He'd been running his fingers through my hair the entire time, making my eyes heavy with sleep. He picked me up, carrying me to our room while whispering sweet nothings and kissing me occasionally. As sleep tried to take over, I fought it so I could lightly complain,