Wicked (Kellic)

seven

I remained in my room quietly. I had slipped on a pair of pants and a t-shirt that I had bought earlier today the moment I walked into the room. The long nails had shifted back into their short length, but my eyes remained bright yellow. I perked up slightly when Vic walked into the room.

"The doc will be here in a few minutes." He sat down on the edge of the bed facing me.

"I really don't know what happened." I started  "I couldn't focus and the pain wouldn't go away until I transformed."

"It's fine, well it's not, but you know what I mean?"

"I think so..."

"When the doc comes in, do you want to have some privacy? Because I'll leave the room when he walks in if it makes you feel uncomfortable to explain what's going on with me in the room."

"If the questions get personal you can leave, besides that I don't mind." I answered, pulling lightly at the ends of my pants.

Three minutes passed in silence, a light knock on the door and a ginger-dressed in casual clothing walked in. His saturated reddish hair was pulled into a man bun, which didn't quite capture all of his unruly curls. His figure was slim and had slight curves that were feminine-like. The curves were mostly seen on women in humans, rarely on male humans. But with werewolves it was common for a male submissive to have these curves. The way he walked and how he held himself made me think that he was probably a submissive who leaned more to the dominate side of the spectrum. Though my assumption could be wrong.

"Name's Alan Carlile, you can call me whatever you want as long as its appropriate." He was laid back, his voice lacked the professionalism that was in a regular doctor's tone. He approached me and stood next to the bed.

"So, what's exactly wrong with you?" He asked, glancing from my head to my toes before focusing his eyes on my golden ones.

"Well, I was placing some clothes in my drawer when I started having these intense headaches, which blurred my vision. I ended up transforming, the headache went away then." I paused to think back to what happened after that, but the memory seemed to have been erased from my mind. " I...I don't really remember much, besides the cry of a child- a baby. The next thing I recall was that I was in a nursery before I finally changed back. . ." I trailed off, looking at Alan cautiously. "I don't know what exactly overcame me to transform."

"Hmm." He looked at Vic then to me again. "Any chance you could have been put under some sort of spell, a charm?"

"I don't think so..." I say

"Submissive or Dominant?"

"Submissive. . ." I give him a look that asks him where he is going with this.

"I am assuming you've already been through at least a few cycles? It's possible that you are near that and it could be messing with your mind, making you have poor judgement and uncontrolled shifting. It would explain why you went to the baby's room instead of anywhere else. Submissives tend to be what they were meant for, children when it's that time."

"Oh...I nearly forgot about that." I avoid Vic and Alan's gazes.

"Do you think it would be wise to put him under some suppressants?" Vic asked.

"Probably not. It could lead to problems later on in life with conceiving children. Especially if he's put on them for more than two days." He paused, giving his attention to Vic. "I could give him some for today, but any more than that's is risking it. My suggestion would be to get him somewhere where there are little to no males who would claim him. This is me assuming that-" he was cut off by Vic.

"Go ahead and give him some suppressants for today, I'll talk to mother about this situation. See if I can figure this out."

"Alright, I'll have one of my nurses drop two suppressant pills off. Make sure he takes the first one as soon as he gets them, the second when he eats dinner."

"Will do." Vic nodded in acknowledgement, his gaze locked on mine.

The moment that Alan had left Vic began talking. He sounded angry, a voice of betrayal.

"Why didn't you tell me you were so close to your heat?"

"I-I didn't know that I would be here. I hadn't planned on spending my heat here. " I started, my voice wavered only once before regaining its strength back. Something about the tone his voice took shocked me.

"You could have at least told me when you got here."

"There wasn't time, and even if there was- It had slipped my mind last night. I-I..." I started to think about that repeated nightmare. The bodies of burnt wolves, human-like figures, and infant sized corpses began to pick away at my mind. It made me sick to my stomach.

"Hey...Listen..." I glanced at Vic while panic rose in my body. He seemed to pick up on my sudden anxiety, his voice was soft and cautious.

"It's fine. It's just- Being mateless and being around a submissive with no bond mark puts me on edge. I'm just afraid I'll do something stupid and regret it later on."

"Oh..." I trailed off, not really sure how to respond.

"I have to tell my mother about this, my father would probably kick you out if he were to find out you were close to your heat."

"Okay," I say, watching Vic stand and leave the room.

"Vic. Thank you, again." 

Vic paused at the doorway to look at me, he gave a curt nod before leaving the room.

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