The Alpha And The Omega 3

Chapter 156

Scott and Mitch finally walked out to breakfast, after calming down a bit.

Almost the instant Mitch sat down, Kevin spoke to him. "Munchie, are you bleeding?"

Mitch reached up to touch his neck quickly, knowing exactly what Kevin was talking about. "A little..."

Scott looked to Kevin, his arm slipping behind Mitch to hold his waist, keeping their chairs close together. "Kev, would you go grab him a band aid?"

Kevin nodded once and immediately stood up. "Of course, Sir."

Scott leaned over to kiss near the bite mark that he'd created, not quite close enough to touch the blood. "I'm sorry, baby. I did what I had to do."

"I know, Sir. I forgive you. I don't blame you at all."

Kirstie pushed a plate full of breakfast in front of Scott, just as Alex did the same for Mitch.

Kirstie then took Grace back from Todrick to continue feeding her, as she sat beside Scott. "Sir? Where's my Alpha?"

Scott glanced down at his food for a moment. "Thank you. And, um... He's taking a quick break, um... I think I stressed him out too much on accident."

Kirstie decided not to ask, so she just nodded. "Oh, alright."

Kevin rushed into the room then. "Alpha, would you please move his shirt a little to the side?"

Scott nodded, setting his fork down to reach over and gently pull the neckline of Mitch's shirt toward himself.

Mitch continued to eat his breakfast as if nothing was happening.

Kevin then swabbed Mitch's neck with some form of antiseptic, before carefully placing a band aid over the wound. "Not to pry... But am I mistaken in assuming that this is an Alpha bite?"

Scott frowned, feeling guilty, but Mitch just shrugged. "Nope. You'd be correct."

Kevin nodded, tapping the wound gently. "Alright. You're all done, Munchie. Let me know if it bleeds through, so I can redo it. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

Kevin smiled, and then sat back down beside Todrick.

Scott fixed Mitch's shirt, putting it back into place.

Mitch got halfway through his food before he turned to ask Scott something quietly. "Did you hurt your back at all last night?"

Scott scoffed, not sure what he was referring to. "What are you implying?"

Mitch tilted his head, but then his eyes widened. "Oh, no! No, I didn't mean anything sexual. I meant like... Sleeping on the couch..."

Scott gave him a sympathetic smile, sensing how guilty Mitch truly felt. "No, baby. Don't worry about me. I'm just fine."

"How's your back?"

"Fine. Avi let me sleep in his room, so I wasn't uncomfortable at all."

"Oh good. I'm sorry for making you do that... I don't know what's wrong with me."

Scott moved his arm from the chair, onto Mitch's shoulders to pull him into his embrace, to kiss his temple. "Don't do that to yourself. It's fine. There's nothing wrong with you. Maybe... Maybe we both needed a break from each other. Even if just for a night."

Mitch nodded, leaning into his embrace. "I guess you're right..."

Scott held him, and then reached around to grab Mitch's fork to feed him his breakfast.