Waiting to Exhale [Larry S. Alpha/Omega Dynamics]

Resurgence (prt2.)

-Louis

I bestir with affright. The space beside me bare, and crisp. Lurching forward I felt the dark space for my Alpha and he wasn't there... He wasn't there.

"Alpha?" My voice is dopey and my throat scraggy and chalky from repose. But the pain in my throat is thrusted to the farthest part of my mind and I'm aware of my actions moment after my feet haul me from between the complacent bedding. I found myself probing the washroom that's linked to the large room, finding it empty; the three burnished rows of lights that's adhere to the ceiling illuminating it. I flicked it off, taking a moment to exploit my senses to fish for Harry in the massive lodge.

When I paced into the lounge there he was, sound asleep. The coloration from the television animating his skin. I walk over and sat at the turn of the seat, glancing at the TV to see Fifty Shades was playing. I smiled, knowing he'd fancy watching it but, trusting he'd find more pleasure watching it with me.

"Wake up, love." I breathe, brushing my fingers through the parts of his hair that I had access to resulting in him budging. Bemoaning in pain he sits up, caressing his neck.
"Come, lets get you back to bed." I got up, ready to lead us back into the room so that my Alpha can rest comfortably but Harry's voice stops me in haste.

"I was hoping we could talk, Lou." His voice is warm, abyssal and altogether inviting. But, why do we have to talk? I have my Alpha back, I found him, isn't that what matters most? Apparently not because Harry sits up completely, patting the space between him and the other end of the chaise lounge. I hesitate.

"Come on Louis. I can tell that you don't want to but we have to baby, it's only best. We both have a lot to say and I'd hate for us to overlook this and carry a blame on ourselves." His eyes are half open, showing his exhaustion. I sighed, sitting beside him as he cut out the television, the large screen going black in a second. At this time the room is almost completely dusky, which I assume is best for us both.
Harry refine his throat nearly three times before he finally found the words that he wanted spoke.

"I'm going to start with the easiest thing and that's, 'I'm sorry' and-"
"It's okay, I forgive you." I rushed out, abruptly standing up wanting to migrate the conversation as brisk as possible. Of course that does not happen, no... His voice is dominant and hearty, gurgling from the pit of his diaphragm to create a boom that would alarm anyone in hearing proximity of the cabin.

"Sit the fuck down, Louis."

Honestly, I'm hurt. My Alpha has never bedamn me in this way, with such aggression. I no longer have a say as my body wilt deep into the cushions. A lone tear dashes down my cheek and a moan cuddles my throat although Harry successfully ignored it.

"Can't you see that I'm trying, Louis? I'm trying to explain it all. I have to explain. No more secrets, no more troubles. I want us to be exultant. For us to be one again. And not just by the force of a bond."
Heaving, I exhaled. The thought of Harry and I getting back with one accord the way that we were in the beginning it certainly gratifying. With our mates also. Ergo Harry was right, we have to work things out with each other before we can make effort to correct our friendships. So I just said it. I asked a question that I couldn't stop meditating about all the duration of which Harry had ran off.

"Why did you leave me?" My voice is so little and fragile and I wish that I could have been stronger. However Harry has the authority in this so I decompose to my depleted Omega state.

"I-" He breathed deeply. "I didn't know what else to do." And I almost sneer but out of respect for my mate I simply remained inaudible.
"Without question it sounds mental and pathetic even but do understand from my point of view." There's a shift in the semblance and I found myself being more attentive.