The Wolves Den {Larry Mpreg}

Chapter 4

Harry didn’t move from the spot he stopped at for a while. He sat in the driver seat hard as a rock while trying not to put the car in drive and go after the omega. He even had to open the windows because the smell of his own lustfull pheromones were giving him a headache.

“I really have to get myself together,” he told himself and took a few more deep breaths. Harry refused to finish himself off in his car, so he finished the short drive home, hoping that the cool breeze would calm him down. He had to still sit in his car for a half hour more before he could get out without flashing his pack his prick through his pants.

“Hey, finally home,” Zayn said, walking out of the house. Harry shrugged and reached into his back seat to grab his jacket. They both walked into the house and made their way to Zayn’s room. Harry smelt the smell of weed first thing and he scrunched his nose.

“I hate that you smoke here,” he told  the Beta as he plopped down onto the bed, the sudden movement gave Harry a huge wiff of the familiar smell he’d been addicted too for the past week. “Why in the hell does it smell like Louis in here?” He asked, moving to lower himself down so he could inhale the sweet smell from the blankets.

“Oh, he was smoking with me,” Zayn sat down next to Harry, giving the Alpha a larger whiff of the omega. Harry watches Zayn for a moment then slowly sits up.

“Why do you smell like Louis?” he asked, shifting to smell Zayn next. The Beta leaned back as far as he could and shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he lied, Harry could see right through it.

Harry continued forward, despite Zayn’s weak attempts to lean back. Harry’s nose was pressed to Zayn’s shirt in an instant, and then he pulled back with a low growl, “Did you touch him?”

“Nope,” Zayn coughed.

Harry leaned back then, examining his Beta’s face. He knew Zayn wasn’t telling the truth, Zayn was a dreadful liar when it came to Harry. Harry wasn’t normally one to use his abilities to his own benefit, but his Beta reeked of the one thing that had been driving Harry crazy, the one thing that still had Harry half hard in his trousers. So he used his alpha voice, “Tell me the truth.”

Zayn instantly crumbled beneath Harry’s words, nodding frantically, “Okay, okay. Louis and I were smoking and like-” Zayn paused to rub his hands over his face, he set his elbows on his knees and looked at his Alpha, eyes sad “-I don’t even know how it happened. Dude, we were just. He just - I kissed him okay?”

Harry’s face was blank, but inside Harry could feel the disbelief, anger, and jealousy brewing. He pursed his lips, nodding his head slowly, “Di-did he kiss you back?”

Zayn covered his face further, barely peeking at Harry through his fingers, “We- we were high, remember? He liked my jawline?” Harry’s lip twitched, and Zayn knew he wasn’t helping his case.

“What in the hell excuse is that?”

“I’m just telling you the truth,” Zayn tried. “We both regretted it afterwards, I mean I’m dating Niall so-”

“A whore for an omega, just great,” Harry seethed.

Zayn’s nose scrunched, “Now Harry, it wasn’t like that, Louis really isn’t-”

“Did you like it?” Harry asked, cutting Zayn off. His fingers were trembling with anger, and he had to curl his fingers into fists to stop them. Zayn’s jawline was looking fairly punchable.

“C’mon man, don’t make me answer that, please,” Zayn begged desperately.

“Truthfully,” Harry demanded.