The Alpha And The Omega 3

Chapter 23

Scott came back into the room, a glass of water quickly shoved into his hand by Todrick.

He grinned tiredly. "Awwww, thank you, tiny Beta."

Todrick just stared at him. "You're welcome. Kevin? What did you do to him? Why is he speaking to me like that?"

Kevin was practically holding Scott up, and he smiled. "He's just tired. I think he snuck some alcohol too."

"Alcohol? How on Earth...?"

"Found it in his suitcase. He said he only wanted to numb the pain, and then Mitch gave him a few pills and it just... Overloaded him. We're just lucky he's a really strong Alpha."

Todrick frowned at the tall Alpha in front of him. "Don't you know how bad alcohol is for you?"

Scott pouted, slinging an arm over Kevin for support. "But.. It's nice."

"I know. But it isn't healthy. You need to take care of your body, if you're ever going to fight the way you used to. Your poor shoulder is impeding your strength enough as it is."

Scott shook his head at him, and leaned even more on Kevin, who had to adjust his stance to support the extra weight. "But... It hurts."

Kevin rubbed his back. "Maybe you should lay down, Alpha. I'll bring your food to you if you want."

"Can I take baby with me?"

"Mitch, you mean?"

"Duh." He replied and giggled at himself. "And maybe the grey thing."

Kevin nodded once and looked over at Mitch. "Grab Wyatt and meet me in my room."

Mitch turned to obey quickly, and Todrick grabbed both Scott and Mitch's food.

Scott pouted. "Wait I don't wanna go to your room. I wanna be in my room."

"Alpha, I don't think I can get you up those stairs. It's too risky."

"Am I too fat?" Scott asked quietly.

"I hate when you do that." Kevin began. "That isn't true. I'll help you up the stairs if you want, because you're not fat. But you're a little unstable right now, so please hold onto me, okay?"

Scott smiled dopily and grabbed Kevin in a rough hug.

"Not like that, silly." Kevin scolded gently.

Scott moved away, and grabbed Kevin's hand when it was offered to him. "Ohhh."

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Kevin had somehow managed to get the large, deadweight Alpha up the stairs, and into his own bed.

Todrick set their food down in the room, and Mitch came in behind him, handing Wyatt to Scott.

Kevin looked to Mitch first. "Let him sleep a bit, and then feed him, or he'll forget. If his shoulder starts to hurt, come get me before you do anything. Okay?"

Mitch nodded once, laying down beside Scott.

Kevin then waved at Todrick to follow him out the door. "Let's go check on the others really quick."

Scott set Wyatt on his chest, and played with his tiny, grey paws. "So cute." He mumbled.

Mitch leaned on his elbow to watch him, enjoying drunk/tired Scott more than he should've. "You're cuter."

Scott gasped. "No way!"

Wyatt curled up and laid down on Scott's stomach, his eyes closing.

Scott pouted at him. "Poor little baby. Why is he tired?"