Jesse Mccree One-Shots

Kind Alpha - Part 1 #5

Word Count: 3395
Type: Alpha/Beta/Omega/ Young Mccree
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Third Person P.O.V~

"Put your back into it boy, these crops ain't gonna tend to themselves." Mccree's panting heavily with sweat running down his face. His cheeks are coloured in a dark shade of red from being out in the sun for so long. The searing heat has caused to his throat to become parched and he was dehydrating quickly, he lightly tosses a glare to his father who is sitting under the porch out of the sun's harsh rays.
"Robert, maybe you should let him rest it's 43 degrees out-"
"Shut up woman, he does what I tell him to do! And you'll do what I tell you, now get inside and start cooking you, useless wench!" He backhands Jesse's mother causing her to turn her head away, her face stinging from the impact as it began to swell and turn red. Tears began welling up in her eyes as she turned and walked back into the house without uttering another word.

Jesse was crying in pain from the sunburn he had received and to make things worse his father stormed into his room. A sour expression covered his face Jesse's eyes darted to a folded leather belt in his right hand...
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Jesse's eyes darted open as his upper half bolted up throwing most of the blankets off of him. He begins to tremble in fear and tear up from his memory as he pulls his legs up towards him in a fettle position. The sting of his father's thrashings is smeared into his skin, recalling his own screams and cries of pain echoing in his mind as tears stream down his face. He continues to cry out hysterically, his throat becoming sore as his heart thuds against his chest and tears now soaking the sheets.
   He doesn't notice the door open on the opposite side of the room to him. Yet, his head shoots up and eyes dart towards the silhouette that's revealed from the other side. His eyes widen in fear at the darkened figure of his father, belt in hand and the distinct scent of an Alpha. He's going to get another beating he knows it, he can already imagine the stinging cross with numbing burning pain from the lashings he's going to receive. He shuts his eyes tightly preparing himself for his 'discipline' as he claws into his knees pulling as tightly to him as possible. His father makes powerful strides towards the bed stopping beside Jesse's pitiful frame. He dares glance through the cracks of his secure arms and legs to peer at the hand that was now reaching out for him, tears well up in his eyes as he darts his gaze away awaiting the brutal hair grabbing.

   But, it never comes...  A warm hand is placed on his head gently stroking through his brown locks, it's so delicate and tender-
   "Mccree..?" The voice is soft, sweet, almost angelic if he had listened more closely. He peers through his defence to see an (h/c) haired woman with (brightest/darkest) (e/c) eyes he'd ever seen. Upon catching his dark chocolate orbs the woman smiles softly.
    "It's alright you're safe here" She continues to lightly rub Jesse's head while slightly rustling his hair a bit. Her voice, her touch, her eyes even down to her scent is all comforting Jesse.
   "Did you have a nightmare?" Jesse slowly nodded.
   "Would you like me to stay here until you fall asleep?" Jesse buried his head once more.
   "If-if you wouldn't mind?" He whispered weakly, but, she heard it.
   "Very well then." She stands up grabs a chair pulling it over beside his bed and plonks herself onto it. Jesse watches all of this as he slowly releases his legs allowing them to slide down the bed under the covers before reaching out slowly to pull the bedding over his body.

   His eyes stay on her, but, it doesn't take long to strain under the fatigue of his restless nights and constant nightmares. Within minutes he falls back to sleep his head still turned to the woman sitting beside him. She leans over to pull the covers up and rubbing his head briefly before sitting back down lifting her left forearm that summons a holographic light blue screen before her. She begins tapping away on a miniature keyboard and swiping through the multiple profiles until she stops on Jesse's. A sigh slips past her lips as her eyes scan through the multiple written reports about him, his behaviour, diet, fitness, habits and most importantly sleeping patterns. The screen shows multiple crosses on the days he's had "restless sleep" with times recorded next to them. She fills in an empty section checking the time on her screen, logging it into the file and close the hologram afterwards. She takes in a deep breath before releasing a long sigh. No smell, bland, stagnant. He has no scent...