The Outland's Alphas Part 2

Part 3 Gabriel

He looked up from feeding the animals and realised there was a deathly silence. When had she stopped chopping? He wasn't sure how long it had been quiet for.

For fuck sake, this female was torture. If it wasn't hard enough babysitting an omega that smelt so fucking good and looked so fucking awesome, now he had to cut wood for the cabin too, his patience with this female was wearing thin.

Parading around naked and even when she was dressed she was barely covered, certainly not dressed for the weather. What was she playing at?

He put down the bale he was carrying and headed to the other side of the house. At first he wasn't sure what was going on she seemed to be sat in the snow by the wood pile.

"Get up princess, you can rest when you're dead." He shouted walking towards her.
When she didn't move, he started to worry.

"Oi princess." He yelled again, still getting no response.

He ran to her. Fucking hell, she was actually blue, was she dead? Fuuuck he hoped not. What would he say, yes he baby sat her for 2 days and yes she was alive when he got her - it's not like he could take her back to the store and get a new one if he broke her, like he did with the axe he borrowed from cross eyed Jim.

His thoughts were muddled mainly because he had no fucking idea what to do.

He took some deep breaths to stop the panic and put a clear head on.

First things first, was she breathing? He went over to her and stuck his hand under her nose, very light breaths could be felt. Thank fuck she was breathing how ever softly it was, she was breathing and he could start with that.

He bent down, lifted her and started to carry her to the cabin. Goddess damn she was so light, so little in her frame. What had he been thinking letting her come out dressed like this, she chose the clothes and he had let her out of spite really, watching an omega was hard, and she was just so fucking gorgeous, he was punishing her for being stupid enough to wear what she wore and for being gorgeous and not his. But look at how it had back fired. Never again.

When he got her inside, he lay her near the wood burner, she was unconscious and he was racking his brain on how to bring her back from having hypothermia.

Bath! A warm fucking bath, not boiling but warm enough to bring her body temperature back to normal.

He went to the main bathroom and turned on the heater, the heater warmed the water stored over the bath, it was only ever turned on when a bath or shower was needed, but took about thirty minutes to warm up. However, that was too long he needed instant heat now.

He went back to her, her clothes were wet which wasn't going to help. Fuck! He was going to have to undress her, did the goddess know what torture looked like? Gently he removed her coat and those goddess awful shoes, they were the easy part. She lay below him with that skimpy top on and those tights, he had already seen what she looked like under those, but being this close, being able to touch, fuck that was a whole new ball game.

Lifting her slowly under the shoulders he pulled up her vest, her tits popped out and her nipples were hard from the cold. Mother of the goddess, he just needed to concentrate. He forced himself not to look, but every now and then he found his eyes drifting. Then he pulled down the tights, oh fuck, brilliant she was pantyless and hairless.

Biting his bottom lip to distract, he then covered her quickly with all the skins he had collected on the way back from the bath. She was still blue and he was really starting to panic, how could he warm her any more than he had already. Then something came back about his survival training that made his heart sink and leap in one go. Body heat!