OmegAlpha -The Wandering pack T2 ( Complet)

First night in Boston

As planned, a two-day journey with a stopover in Cleveland. Galen had done nothing but sleep the whole way. Sleeping and eating. Despite this, Morgan could see him melting. He knew that pregnancy tired and starved expectant mothers, but the fact that Lena was drawing unrestricted energy from her brother and sending him away in pain worried him. He knew it wasn't done with malicious intent, but it was happening. It was Lena's only defence against something unknown. In the end, he was glad that Galen wasn't carrying his child at the same time as his sister, otherwise it would have put him in danger. He looked after Galen as if he were the one who was pregnant: bringing him food, covering him with a blanket, sparing him the slightest effort. In secret, Morgan was dreading Lena's delivery. The distance seemed to do the trick, however, and as they approached Boston and Worcester, Galen was no longer as pale as death and was more responsive.

The evening was drawing on. They decided to push on to Boston to get a good night's rest before starting their investigation the next day. Eric called the Boston Alpha to let him know they were coming and he invited them to dinner at the pack's house the next day, agreeing to let them go about their business. The hotel they had chosen had made a mistake in their reservations and had nothing to offer them for the night. They had to find another one, which wasn't as easy as all that as the city was hosting several conventions and events during the week. They found a smaller hotel in a more popular area. In any case, it was only for a few nights. They found the hotel charming, with its red bricks and timeless air. They had to take two separate rooms, but the receptionist gave them rooms with a separate door.

As soon as the door to their room was closed, Morgan threw himself on Galen's lips, who responded with delight. It seemed to Morgan that he was constantly asking for his Mate. He had to touch him all the time, make sure he was well, had enough to eat, was warm enough and above all that his Mate was his.

He'd caught himself growling at Maeva because she'd come to check on Galen. She'd laughed and flicked him between the eyes. Morgan put it down to the fact that Galen had been ill for a fortnight. He hoped his Mate would get better in the next few days. Seeing him suffer was torture. For the moment, it was only the touch of Galen's lips, the taste of his tongue, his body pressed against his... Morgan left his mouth for his throat, drawing a moan of pleasure from Galen who stretched his neck. Galen's hands kneaded his shoulders, his fingers pressing the mark on the top of his biceps sending jolts of pleasure through his loins. Just as Morgan was about to drop Galen onto the bed, there was a knock on the door. Morgan grunted but Galen pushed him away, laughing; "Come in Colin!"

The door swung open

"Put your cocks away, I don't want to see anything!" Colin said drawly.

Galen laughed and went to open the door.

"What are you talking about, it's not like we do it all the time."

"I've got certain images in my head that make me think otherwise..." Colin said, rolling his eyes.

Morgan crossed his arms; "That was one time!"

"Five times!"

"Two at the most!"

"Three is my last prize!"

Galen smiled as the two men argued. He grabbed his satchel; "Are we going to eat?"

The two men turned to him and said "again? Galen pouted. He looked surprisingly like his sister at that moment.

"I haven't stopped throwing up, I've got an empty stomach. What's more, I've heard about their Boston Baked Beans. I want to eat them and also the New England Clam Chowder and also..."

Morgan put an arm around Galen's shoulders; "Okay, let's get you fed."

They left the restaurant at closing time, around midnight. The streets, which had been bustling just a few hours before, were practically deserted. The hotel was just a few blocks away, as was the river. As they strolled along the deserted banks. Women's screams were heard. Cries of fear and distress. The four men did not hesitate and ran to meet the screams. When they reached a children's playground, they saw three women surrounded by six men. One of the women was awkwardly brandishing pepper spray at the attackers, while the other was trying to pull the third, who appeared to be drunk. The six men were laughing loudly. Eric called out to them. Two of them turned around.