Omega and the beast

Chapter 27

I lay huddled in the middle of a pile of pillows, blankets, and rugs. I froze, shook, and cried. Everything felt weird and scary, like I was stuck in a horrible nightmare. Oh, and the itsy bitsy tiny little detail how I turned into a big, hairy, and fucking weird beast at irregular intervals! Back and forth, over and over again! As soon as I thought about it, tried to relax, or panicked.

I don't know what controlled it, but I never dared to relax because suddenly I was a fucking beast again. As soon as I thought it was over, it started all over again! And it hurt, so fucking much. It hurt so that I screamed.

I threw up from exhaustion and quivered thru my sobbing, if I wasn't howling, that is. I was confused, exhausted and afraid.

But I was never alone. Someone was there by my side, sitting next to me all the time. Caressing me over the back; speaking soothingly and comforting while I cried. Embracing me and hugging me. Kissing my cheek... I knew who it was, I didn't have to look twice. I smelled him, heard his heartbeat.

I couldn't manage to keep my eyes open and they were blurry from my tears anyway. And when I transformed he was there, keeping me down in the pile of pillows with his subhuman strength, waiting me out. He hugged my head and whispered soothingly in my ear. How could he be so calm? Why didn't he freak out?

When I wasn't myself, when I was in that disgusting beast form, I lay whining and shaking in a corner. Then he was with me as well, but still not. Lying close, pressed against me with his warm fur and soothing presence, calming me down.

Nose to nose; soothingly licking my cheek... If I didn't happen to panic, that is! Then I howled, roared, and stumbled around in the dark room so that pillows and blankets flew.

I clawed the walls, threw myself at them. But a low rumbling grunt and a voice within me telling me to calm down, and I lay down and waited for him to come to me to comfort me once again.

I was hypersensitive in that beast form. The slightest sound made me freak out. I who thought it was odd how I could hear that good in my human form, like I have done lately. This was even worse!

This made him, my comfort, to constantly speak reassuringly to me if he himself wasn't a hairy beast. He said I shouldn't be afraid and how this was completely normal. Fucking twat! There's nothing fucking normal with this nightmare! There was nothing normal with me!

On occasion, I woke up after sleeping and thought I was all alone. And I screamed, I screamed and screamed if I didn't howled or whine heartbreakingly.

But then he came, and his closeness made me feel safe again. I literally suffered without his presence, without his safe warmth and calm company... Without Reed.

"I can't take it anymore," I whispered whiningly as I pressed myself against his warm body with his arms around me.

I had my face buried against his neck and inhaled the sweet and safe scent he produced. That scent which spread all over me and made me feel close to him somehow. Which I had been addicted to for these past months. It made me calm, happy in the midst of all this sadness. And since I transformed his scent got even more strong, more invitingly to me.

"You're so brave, my love." My love... He's been calling me that since Buck-fucker came. Was it days ago? Weeks? I dunno...

"Why me?" Reed didn't answer, he just rubbed his cheek against my head. "Reed, why me?"

"Because you were born a wolf."

"No... No, I'm not a fucking wolf," I cried confused while whimpering; and out of fear of transforming again, almost buried my nails in his skin, clinging to him. "I'm no wolf, I'm Ryan."