The New Divorcée | L.S. MPreg | OmegaxAlpha

.Chapter Seven.

A/N: I hate my family. This is a 'thank you' update for getting me to 1k views, which is absolutely amazing!! Thank you so much! This is the fastest I've ever gotten a story to this many views and it's absolutely thrilling. Thank you so much!

A funeral was held two days later. The packs all travelled solemnly, first Shadow Pack, lead by Louis and Johannah, Harry trailing along beside Louis per the alpha's request. Harry made sure he never stepped in front of the alpha, keeping his nose by the wolf's shoulder to show respect, any more, or any less would show disobedience and challenge. And God knows Harry is not one to disobey unless he gets something out of it.

Four betas, all warriors, carried the casket on their backs, the long sticks stuck to their back by rope wrapped around their chests. The only sound was the crunching of leaves and pitter patter of melted snow dropping onto the forest floor. An occasional sniffle was ripped through the nose of a wolf, some from Johannah, some even from Harry. 

But not Louis. Louis was stone cold, chin raised and eyes chilling. He was alpha now. He was the leader of the pack and he could not show weakness. He could not allow himself to cry. He could not allow himself to mourn. He could not bow his head. He could not so much as trip on the twisted roots sprouting from the forest floor. He had to remain calm, chilling and cold, strong and mighty. He could not break down. He could not show on the outside how broken he was on the inside. He could not show how sore his chest was. Or how wilted and charred his heart was. How his throat was closed with a substantially sized lump. He could not show weakness, or he would be weak. He will not allow the first memory his pack has of him to be him breaking down like a pup on his second day of duty. He will not and cannot allow that.

A little nudge awakens him from his thoughts, his paws stuttering for just a moment before realizing the bump came from the small wolf next to him. So small, that he could easily see over his head. He could easily set his chin on the other's head in between his ears and be comfortable. His head only comes up to Louis' shoulder, his perky ears barely brushing against the elder's neck. Louis glances down at him, blinking his large blue eyes slowly.

Harry shrugs his shoulders up and down. "Just wanted to encourage you," he mindlinks. 

Louis nods to him, eyes shining with something not quite love, but not far from it. It's not hard to love the tiny omega on his flank. With his yippy voice and sparkling eyes and hot little body. He's quiet, until you get to know him, or until you get him under (or over) the sheets. 

"Thank you, little one," Louis mindlinks back. Harry pouts, glancing to the forest floor before raising his head again, baring his pearly whites the alpha. The other sways his thin hips to the side, hitting Harry's lightheartedly. Harry squeaks, a bark powering up his throat. 

Johannah, her blue eyes chilling, glares at the rambunctious wolf, baring her teeth threateningly. Harry's green eyes widen and he glances back down, keeping his head down the rest of the way to the river, his neck bowed and back arched upwards slightly, shoulders hunched up.

Louis frowned when he saw him, deciding not to comment on the odd array, keeping his chin raised and eyes stony as he continued to lead the procession. 

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Later that day, Louis stood by his window, the door pulled open and curtains billowed out. His bare arms were crossed over his bare chest, tan skin and tattoos on display. The sun set behind the dark trees, shadows long and foreshadowing as they stretched across the dark grass open field. His hip laid against the door jam, eyes steady as they gazed out at the land. 

The door opened then shut softly with a thud and footsteps. Footsteps padded against the wooden floor and two warm arms snaked around his waist. Harry laid his head against Louis' shoulder-blade, his hair cushioning the impact. 

"We're going back to Sun land tomorrow, right? To access the damage?" He asks quietly. Louis nods. "The pups are good. Quiet, still shaken up, but good," he fills the alpha in. Louis nods once again. Harry sighs, a large, cold puff of air blowing against his back and he's pulled away from the door. Harry closes the glass door with the softest sound he could muster, and takes Louis' hand, leading him back to his bed, where they had both been staying for the past few days.

He pushes Louis down onto the foot of the bed, setting his hands on the elder's broad shoulders, he straddles him, laying his shins on the duvet before settling into his warm lap, his bum right on Louis' sweatpant covered crotch.

"It's okay to cry, you know," he says, his neck bowed to stare right into Louis' wide eyes, watching his long eyelashes flutter. "You've seen me at my worst. It's only fair that I return the favor," he points out. He had found out two days ago his family was killed, his step-father from saving his mother, his mother from trying to defend Gemma and Gemma from having her throat ripped out after being raped. He cried all that day, curled up Louis' arms as sobbed racked his small body. Yesterday, he woke with red, swollen eyes and a sore, scratchy throat (not the good kind). 

Louis shrugged his shoulders, chewing his bottom lip to keep it from quivering. He shook his head because - no - he wasn't going to cry. Not in front of an omega. Especially not this omega. He, instead, buries his face in Harry's shoulder to hide his watering eyes. He sneezes quietly when a curl falls from his bun, tickling his nose.

Harry wraps his arm around Louis' shoulder, holding him close, gazing, staring at the headboard of the bed, the red walls closing in on him. Subtly, Louis shakes, his stomach contracting and back arching, tears leaking onto Harry's collarbones. He holds the omega close, soon sobbing into his neck, body shuddering and tensing, eyes screwed shut and no matter what he does, he can't stop.

Harry lets his fingers dance up and down the alpha's back, rubbing and petting, massaging and rubbing in some places. He just lets it happen, cooing and shushing his sobs, not in the mean way, the soothing, caring way, rocking them back and forth as Louis clings onto him like he's his lifesource. And to be honest, Harry doesn't mind as much as he probably should.