The New Divorcée | L.S. MPreg | OmegaxAlpha

.Chapter Six.

When Louis finally reaches the infirmary, he whips around, his chin high in the air in hopes of picking up the omega's scent. He blinks through the heavy smoke, wolves and humans alike strewn across the underground medical room, some laying in beds, passed out and getting waited on, others running around, crying and screaming, wailing out if anyone had seen their loved one.

"Alpha," a tall, dark man nods his head to Louis as he passes. Louis grabs his arm, stopping him.

"Have you seen a man? Short? Long hair? Smells like pups and Sun Pack?" Louis asks, no little than frantic

The man nods subtly. "The last time I saw someone like him, he was carrying a few pups up to the nursery."

Louis growls, rolling his eyes. "Obviously," he mumbles and shoves past the Beta, storming up the stairs. The waft of Harry's scent billows down the hallway, mixed with the rust of blood and milk of the pups. Louis stalks up the hall, his skin crawling, bones jumping when a loud thud followed by a short yelp of pain is heard from the nursery.

Louis runs the rest of the way up the stairs, pausing at the doorway when he sees Harry on the floor, in his human form, face contorting with pain and breathing laboured. One arm is wrapped around his bleeding ribs/chest and the other is reaching down to gently touch at his leg, large bite marks present on his calf and leg bent painfully sideways.

"Harry!" Louis barks, full alpha. Harry whimpers, covering his face with his hand and breathing deeply. Louis jumps up, crouching down next to the boy and placing his pale hand on the younger boys arm. "Darling, let me see, please."

Harry whines, shaking his head. "N-no, please no. H-hurts."

"I told you to go down to the infirmary," Louis scolds, patting his thigh. "You didn't listen. But when do you ever, really?" Harry blushes, ducking his head. "I'm going to pick you up, love, and take you down there."

Harry nods weakly, whimpering. "It hurts. I changed, but my leg gave out and I-I just...fell..." Louis nods, hooking his arm around the omega's legs and the other behind his shoulders, hefting him up. Harry keens, holding his ribs tighter to his body. "L-louis, no. Louis, no, it hurts. Louis, no."

Louis shakes his head, his alpha growling at the very idea an omega would tell him, the mighty alpha' 'no'. "Darling, I need to get you to the infirmary. It won't take too long, I promise. Then you'll be safe. And it won't hurt anymore, I swear. You probably broke a few ribs and you're legs definitely broken. You'll have to stay off of it for a few weeks, probably," Louis informs him, stepping carefully down the hall. Harry whimpers. "You're going to stay with me until you're back on your feet."

"I-I have my parents. I d-don't want to burden you. You have so much to do," Harry protests.

Louis shakes his head. "No, I'll take care of you. You deserve as much."

"My family's dead, aren't they?" Harry asks, no stuttering involved.

Louis chokes on his spit, descending the stairs as gracefully as he can muster when having the sweet little omega curled up on his chest. "Oh, darling. I don't know that. But they're strong."

Harry scoffs. "Now you sound like my minister."

Louis winks at him. "Well we do have something in common, your minister and I." When Harry gives a small, questioning look, his lips pursed and eyes narrowed to resemble like a puppy who just stubbed his paw on a rock, Louis continued. "You get on your knees for both of us."

Harry scowls at him, turning his face away and chin tilted up slightly. Louis chuckles as Harry ignores him, whimpering quietly in his throat. The infirmary is chaos when they reach downstairs, the basement that has been flipped, turned into a large hospital building. Louis rushes Harry to an empty room, which seems incredibly far away, and lays him on the bed.