Stupid Wolf (Discontinued)

64. Precipice

You whimpered into his chest, clinging to him, pulling at his hands, anything to ease the pain on your skin.

You both had been left alone for a while, and it had taken a long time for you to realise it with how badly your body hurt.

Flashes of evil blue eyes and a radiating pain in your thigh made you shiver uncontrollably and Bakugo didn't know what to do. How did he stop this? How could he help?

He was so sure that if he could just smell you, just catch a little of your scent, his Alpha would know what to do...

But your neck was very heavily protected by that large rubber cast that suppressed your scent glands.

What was the point of it? He'd always managed to keep his head around you. Even the time you'd artificially dialed your potency for an 'experiment' he'd not fallen into a frenzy like everyone else.

On your last heat he had felt a pull, but hadn't gone as savage as Kaminari had at your door- drooling and ready to barge in.

He just wanted your scent to help him know what to do.

You didn't need this damn cover on around him. He wouldn't mark you.

His hand went to the casts edges, gently trying to pry it up, just a little. Just enough to catch a glimpse, a whisper of your omega.

You suddenly whimpered at his touch on your neck, your head quickly lifting to nip at his throat and he froze with a gulp. Why did he like that?

"Ah, you didn't like that?" He asks, almost pulling away from you completely until you cried out for his hands on you again. A real cry. His shirt was getting wet from your tears.

Fuck.

This was not what he was expecting.

All his big talk about being there for your next heat was starting to sound ridiculous to him. He had no fucking clue what to do right now.

And no one was around to give him any bright ideas like they had been every other time that you'd been the subject of confusion.

He just needed that damn cover off your neck. That would be more than enough to help him.

He reached behind you, trailing his fingers along the back, hoping to find a seam or a zipper or something that would let him get it off, but no dice. It was almost as if it was formed and cured around your neck, one solid tube.

He couldn't even attempt to rip it off without severely hurting you either. And there was no way in hell you'd let go of him for long enough for him to try find a sharp enough object to cut through it.

"Fuck, I... Tell me what to do. I need you to tell me how to help you..." He breathed, closing his eyes as he held you tight. It was the only thing that seemed to soothe you.

He tried to purr again, to find a way to make his body do it again for you, but it was useless. It was an instinctive thing, he couldn't switch it on or off without cause.

"Just tell me what you need me to do." He sighs, squeezing you to him as you shiver.

Would Shoto have known what to do...? He feels his heart sink as he asks himself that question.

You'd reached for him. Chosen him to help you through this, and he was failing miserably.

A knock at the door felt like a saving grace as the nurse popped her head in, two large vaccum sealed bags in her arms.

You immediately began to growl again, turning to glare at the sweet lady as she laid the bags on the floor just inside the door.

"These are specially sealed and unscented for her. It might help her feel more comfortable." She quickly explains, about to close the door when Bakugo calls out,