Alpha Dove (AlphaxOmega)GxG

Panic

I love snuggles

I woke to the soft beeping of an alarm clock, peeling my eyes open and finding my vision blocked by smooth black fabric and overall darkness. Nuzzling my nose into the soft firm pillows. Hearing small mumbled above me as I felt the bed move underneath me.  Or at least, what I thought was a bed. Groaning when I felt the covers being tugged on and the bed chuckled. 

"Olana I gotta get up." 

A glowing light appeared in the room in the center, sounds of shuffling around came with it. 

"Mmph" I grumbled, burying my face into the smooth fabric hearing a small squeak and a jump from the bed. I felt warm hands being placed on my cheeks, lifting my head up to meet the blushing gaze of Dove...Shit... 

"Um..." I gulped nervously as I came to the realization that my face had been buried in her chest, I did move when I slept but I had no clue I moved THAT much. My cheeks burned against her hands and she pursed her lips, though it looked like she was trying not to laugh. 

"Can you um...maybe let me up?" This time she broke into a smile, letting her hands fall from my cheeks as a gaped at her, mouth opening and closing like a fish as I struggled to pull myself together. I felt...gross, I hadn't showered since the party and I was pretty sure the makeup on my face was doing little to hide the flaws anymore. If there was anything still there that is. I sat up quickly and yelped when my head hit the ceiling. Damn bunk beds. I rubbed the top of my head as I felt Dove's hand cradled around my back. I could have sworn she was chuckling as she pulled me back to her chest. 

"Oh no fair! How come you don't hold me like that Dovey?" Came the male voice from the night before, I jumped and would have hit my head on the ceiling again if Dove hadn't put her hand up and stopped me in time. 

"Omar as much as I love you hun, you're a terrible cuddler." She chuckled, Omar smiled and poked Dove in the ribs, she reached out and ruffled his hair before telling him to go get dressed. I felt a spark of jealousy stir in my chest, my wolf grumbling in my head about no one touching her mate. I slowly sunk back down towards the bed when I started to hear muttering coming from the distant wall of the room where others were pulling on clothes. I could hardly catch onto what they were saying but I had a feeling it was towards me... no one in here really looked like an omega.

I tensed when I felt Dove's hand on my back before she slipped out of the bed, once her feet touched the ground everyone hushed almost immediately. Did they honestly think a bed was soundproof? I didn't hear or see anything more except for Dove getting ready, slowly pulling the covers over my head. 

"Alright, don't y'all have anything better to do? Go to your training session you shits." Came a growl-like female voice about double the highness that Dove's was. I peeked out from under my covers to see a woman that stood around 5'4 ushering everybody out except for Omar and Dove. I took a guess she was Omar's mate. She had curly dark brown hair that fell in waves around her thin chestnut face. At least, that's all I could make out in the dim light. I looked around for Omar and found him talking in low tones with Dove as she pulled on a tank top and a jacket over it. I could dimly make out that he was around the same height as Dove, maybe 5'11. 

"Are you absolutely sure? .... I mean, I know she cant leave but...-" Omar looked up at the bunk and spotted me watching. Dove's gaze slowly followed and she sat down on one of the bottom bunks.