Guarded by waters [wriolette]

Chapter 19: Past and Present

Notes:
For those who have noticed, my writing is smaller. (Maybe?? It is when I am writing it) Thats because this rotisserie chicken is writing on a different device.

ALSO NO SEX YET PLEASE STOP ASKING THIS IS CONCERNING 😰😰😰

Anyway, enjoy!

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Wriothesley gathers up the basket of groceries from where Neuvillette had left it in the entry hall. The Dragon himself is in the basement, tending to their laundry. It feels strange, to say the least, to continue with such domestic chores like putting the groceries away or laundry when so much of what they need to happen is hopefully happening outside and outside of their control.

And that's not even considering how the sudden appearance of his mother might shake up their plans.

Wriothesley's shoulders slump, fingers idly playing with the woven handle of the basket as he stands there in the foyer to take a moment to himself. This waiting part, and the not knowing if their bait has even been successful sucks, to put it bluntly. If only he knew all the players in the game, those who threatened the other Alphas, it would be so much easier.

The only one Wriothesley feels that he knows for sure is his mother, as she would absolutely benefit from loose ends that could lead to her involvement in the trade and the fighting ring tied. He doesn't even know if his foster father is still alive. Part of the Alpha hopes he isn't dead, just so Wriothesley doesn't feel cheated if one of them got away with their heinous crimes against the innocent children who trusted them.

The basket handle creaking in his grasp, slowly becoming frosted over as Cryo starts to creep from the Alpha's tight grip brings Wriothesley out of his rumination. The Alpha quickly shoves the basket down onto the closest surface before the Cryo can continue to spread down the handle and ruin the groceries. His vision, discarded onto the accent table in the entry hall, gleams that cold, icy blue out of the corner of Wriothesley's eye.

He can't even find joy in its return, soured as it has been, now that Wriothesley knows in whose possession it has been all these long years. That wicked woman must truly love bringing ruin to all she touches. He'll be damned if he allows her to ruin any part of this new life that Wriothesley is finally seeming to claw back for himself.

"Wriothesley?"

His gaze immediately finds Neuvillette's, the Omega returned from putting the laundry in the wash and freshly changed. Wriothesley's face flushes the slightest of pinks because even if Neuvillette is in a fresh set of clothes, the Alpha's own scent lingers heavily on his Omega. It, combined with the remnants of the petrichor scent of Neuvillette's arousal, makes something deeply primal in Wriothesley's blood incredibly pleased.

Mine, it sings, my mate.

It's enough to brighten Wriothesley's soured mood. The Alpha cannot help but stride up to Neuvillette and press a kiss to his cheek. The Dragon cups Wriothesley's face, his thumbs rubbing gently over the Alpha's cheekbones. Wriothesley's eyes drift closed as Neuvillette's thumb carefully traces over the scar underneath his eye. Leaning his face into his Omega's touch with a soft sigh.

"I'm glad that you seem to be feeling better, Mon Ange," Neuvillette says with the slightest of smiles.

It's just a playful uptick of the corners of the Omega's lips before it's gone, but Wriothesley finds he likes it all the same. He's painfully tempted to tease Neuvillette and say that he's pretty sure that an orgasm will do that, but ultimately refrains in favour of stealing a kiss. He tugs Neuvillette into his side when they part. The worry that had been the very reason for Wriothesley venturing outside in the first place hasn't necessarily subsided yet.