The Possessive Alpha

Chapter 11

Kong was mad, and annoyed. His alpha never came back last night. Kong had fallen asleep but couldn't stay asleep. He kept waking up every hour, looking for his alpha. The first time he woke up he thought it was just the bed. He wasn't used to that mattress anymore, but deep down he knew. He knew it was because he wasn't with his alpha. He had Arthit sweatshirt on with his scent, but it wasn't the same. He tried calling him, but his calls went straight to voicemail. Which only annoyed him more.

When he woke up this morning for the final time and his alpha was still not there, he got worried, but was still annoyed and pissed. All his calls went straight to voicemails, his messaged all went unread. He was going to give his alpha a piece of his mind when he saw him. He decided to check on Luke making sure he was okay. Luke informed Kong he was getting better at it and understanding his body more. Kong was proud but still kept the mindset that his nephew needed to be put on supplements till he was at least thirteen. Thankfully, his parents were of the same mindset. They had already reached out to Luke doctor, and their own personal physician as well.

At around noon with no word from his alpha, or the other P's Kong took matters into his own hands. He called Aim asking him to pick him up and take him back to his apartment.

"Do you think he went home out of habit?" Aim asked his seething friend. Kong had not said a word since Aim picked him up, just sat in the passenger seat arms crossed.

"Maybe." Kong said. He never even thought of that. He let out a huge sigh "Actually if he was drunk he would have yeah." Kong thought about it more. "He tends to forget to plug his phone in when drunk too." Kong mumbled feeling his angry and annoyance fade away.

"He might still be asleep too. You have said he loves his sleep." Aim says. Kong laughs nodded.

"It's worse when he is drunk. He won't get up till almost two the next day." Kong laughs more shaking his head. "If I am not there, he will just fall face down fully clothes on top the covers." Now Kong just felt silly. He knows his alpha's habits when drunk. His only excuse was he didn't get enough sleep nor did he like waking up without his alpha. Ever since their fight at the start of the school year, then the beach trip; Kong feel anxious when he doesn't find Arthit next to him when he wakes up. It's only those rare times, when Arthit wakes up before Kong, and Kong knows he is still in the apartment, does Kong feel relaxed. 

Aim pulls into the apartment garage, heading for their assigned slot. Kong relaxes when he sees Arthit car parked there. "See he just came home." Aim said. Kong laughed getting out of the car.

"Yeah he did. The drunken fool." Kong shook his head, his mood a lot better. "I just...when I wake up and he isn't there I think about our fight. The number of nights we spent apart. It triggers me."

"I think I can understand that." Aim says. May and him haven't had many fights. Just some petty ones, which quickly were resolved. He could see where Kong is coming from through. If he spent a month away from May he might feel the same.

"You think?" Kong sasses jokingly.

"Hey asshole it happens sometimes." Aim says laughing pushing Kong gentle. Kong gasp holding his arm being dramatic.

"I'm telling P'Arthit you called me names and pushed me" he says sticking his tongue out laughing. Aim shivered. He knew that even if Kong told P'Arthit it was a joke, the look on the older alpha face would make him almost piss himself.

Kong saw his best friend face go pale and started laughing more. He has known the older for three years and is still scared of him sometimes. "Pussy" Kong says putting in the code for their apartment before stepping it.

He froze the moment he went through the threshold. There were clothes all over the floor, male and female. And the smell. Kong knew that scent anywhere. Rut. It was his alpha rut, but not full rut. The smell wasn't as strong. It was as if the rut just started. Kong new that couldn't be right. Arthit rut tends to be a few days before his heat, and his heat was two weeks away.