The Possessive Alpha

Chapter 27

Kong looked at himself in the mirror as he was getting ready for school. He was trying to style his hair in a simple way, so he wouldn't have to worry about it tonight. But nothing was looking good, nor was it acting right. "I think I need a haircut." He mumbled to himself, deciding to just leave it alone. He should have time between leaving school and the birthday party to get a haircut. He could always have them style it there.

Giving up on his hair, Kong walked out of their bedroom to find his mate on the phone with his mom. His alpha had taken the phone call ten minutes ago and he wondered what they were talking about. He could clearly see his alpha was getting angry, but was confused on how he couldn't feel it. Was his alpha hiding his feelings from him again? Instead of overthinking, he walked up to his alpha wrapping his arms around the elder wraist. He felt how stiff his alpha was, making him worried.

It was too early for someone to piss his alpha off like this. He didn't care if it was Arthit's mother or not. He started planting tiny kisses along his alpha shoulder, while releasing calming pheromones. Slowly he could feel his P'Arthit start to relax. It still worried him why his alpha was so angry. What could they possibly have been talking about this early to make him this angry.

"Mom, we are going to have to talk about this later. I have to go. I have class this morning." Arthit said hanging up without waiting for his mother's response.

"Janiya?" Kong questioned. That was the only thing he could think of that would make his alpha like this.

"When isn't it about that bitch? I understand that this might be mom's first grandbaby, but that doesn't mean I have to be there for every fucking step and milestone. I can't stand that bitch. I don't know why my mother can't see that." Arthit said, punching the wall. Kong jumps, eyes going wide. His alpha wasn't just angry, he was pissed.

"Alpha!" Kong exclaimed. He grabbed Arthit fist seeing the blood coming from his knuckles. It wasn't a lot, but it worried him anyway. "Be careful! You might break your hand!" He scolded as he rushed to get the first aid kit. "Sit your ass in a chair now mister!" Kong demanded. Arthit did as he was told sitting down in one of the dining table chairs. He watched his omega every move, a little amused.

Kong grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink, along with a bottle of water. "How could you be so irresponsible?" Kong asked, sitting down next to his alpha. "You could have broken your hand! And this is your writing hand too! We still have midterms, and you have your interviews, then there are all those assignments! Don't think for one second if you broke your hand you would be getting out of all that!" Kong scolded him, his face set in a frown as he cleaned the wound on Arthit knuckles.

"Kong...look at me, my omega." Arthit said, still not taking his eyes off his omega. Kong looked up at him, angry in his eyes along with unshared tears. He hates when his alpha is hurt, not only does he feel the pain, but he can't do anything to take it away. "I am an alpha baby...this will be all better by the time we reach class. And if I did break it. The bone would heal in a few hours." Arthit reminded him softly, reaching out to cup his omega cheek with his unhurt hand. "Plus, I have my precious baby here to take care of me don't if that ever did happen."

"I know that you stupid alpha. You still have to clean the wound or it could still be infected." Kong mumbled. "If you broke a bone I would make those few hours torture for you. I wouldn't baby you." Kong said sternly, both of them knew he was lying.

"If you say so my omega." Arthit mumbled, smiling a little.

Kong finished cleaning his alpha wound before applying a plaster on it. He lifted his alpha hand to his lips, kissing it gentle before placing it on his cheek. He felt so guilty for scolding his alpha. "Does it hurt a lot?" Kong asked, rubbing his alpha hand against his cheek.