Kyle above

Kyle POV

I pant hard, feeling my insides twisting because of the cramps, but I know it's just the beginning. Dalton and the rest went to the woods again, Mikkeli hasn't come back yet from the main territory, and I'm stuck in this big house alone because my heat has come, and I'm not ready for that.

Thanks, Goddess Carson is sleeping soundly, but I guess I won't be lucky enough to have him sleep for the entire time.

I made extra sure that the door to my room is locked and took the scent suppressants, but still, the odds are not in my favor. First, I'm in heat alone in the empty house, and I'm not sure what can happen if anybody enters; if any unmated wolf picks my scent, I'm as good as dead meat. True, the pills should mask my scent, but this is not normal heat. This is the mating heat. Shit, I wonder if Rob will be able to smell me despite all precautions I took? What if he comes here? But the worst is, since it's mating heat, I have no idea how long it will last and if my conviction not to mate with Rob will last with it.

I take a big breath, trying to ignore the probing pain in my abdomen, and gently caress the face of my son. The second problem is mindlink; I can't mindlink anybody. That's the greatest omega weakness. During the heat, we are practically defenseless, we can't shift, and our skills of communication are cut off. The biggest injustice of nature. Thanks, Goddess the only ones who live in this packhouse right now are mostly mated warriors from the main territory, and those who aren't will be able to control themselves. I hope. I just have to stay locked until they come back and then ask Gamma to take me back to the first territory, far from Rob, and it should be ok.

Skyler whimpers in my mind. He is bipolar, that's for sure; last time, he called out mate evil and wished to stay away from him, but now he keeps begging me to go to him. Stupid wolf.

Another strong cramp makes me whimper in pain, and Carson stirs in his sleep. Fuck, I should be quiet. Minute after minute, I feel more pain; I guess I'm burning out my scent suppressants; I should take more. I feel dizzy, and I wonder if I will be able to take care of my son if no one shows up for the next couple of hours.

Fuck, Kyle, stop wishing for this stupid bastard, your mate, to be here. You don't need him, and you don't want another panic attack.

Suddenly my heart skips a beat because I hear the key in the lock to my door; panic and fear rush through me as the door gets slowly opened. Somebody is standing at the entrance; I don't see its face since it's covered. The fear clutches me tightly as my blood pressure goes over the roof. I try to stand up, but a strong blow to my stomach makes me fall on my back; Carson cries. I know that smell, I just don't know from where, and it makes me sick.

I feel the blood in my mouth as that person pushes the gag into it. I try to move, to push him away, but it's futile. He grabs my hands and binds them behind my back.

"Poor, poor omega. Such a pity," I hear him say as I try to kick, which makes me only feel more pain because of another hit into my stomach, the pain of heat doesn't help. I'm vulnerable.

He throws me over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and walks somewhere with me. I feel pain and dizziness, and I have almost no power over my muscles. We are outside. He walks fast, probably unnoticed by anybody. The cool air at least helps me a little to concentrate; I feel snowflakes on my body.

After some time, he just throws me to the ground; I cough, and I want to scream, but the gag in my mouth makes it impossible. He yanks my hands harshly and fastens them to something else, a tree, maybe?

I feel him ripping my shirt off of me, and I flinch hard when he pries my pants also off. I feel a strong urge to puke as he squeezes my privet parts hard.

"I'd love to do you; the suppressants still work, so your smell isn't yet strong, but within the next hour will be, and after the next hour, no unmated wolf will be able to restrain himself. You know Kyle, someone noticed yesterday the first signs of your heat, someone who really doesn't like you. My poor, poor omega."

He squeezes harder, and I shiver in disgust.

"All who are searching the woods won't be back for the next couple of hours, but the patrol units have their changing spot very close to here, and let me tell you, they all are unmated. And also not so far away is the training area, your smell will reach wolves there too, and they too will come."

I cry. I can't. I can't go through that again. I can't...

"But don't worry, patrol units will be here within two hours, and they will take really good care of you, Kyle. You are in heat, so don't worry, this time you will actually enjoy it, I'm sure."

He pushes his hand into my underwear, but my cramps are now so strong I have no strength even to try to move away from him.

"You should rest for now; after all, you will need all your strength. This time it won't be only seven dicks but much more to satisfy."

I hear steps as he walks away; I cry, begging the Goddess for a miracle.

With another cramp, I feel my skin burning; I know that my smell intensifies with every second. They will come, they will submit to my pheromones, and their wolves will be in control. I know I won't be able to stop any of them.

I know I won't survive if it happens to me again.

Rob POV

Since the morning, I've felt uneasy; Blake seems to be sniffing something and waiting for something, but I have no idea why. Since it turned out that my fight some time ago brought me much more serious wounds than I thought at the beginning, and Blake hasn't healed me fully yet, I was removed from the searching units. Not that I complain, Gamma is still pissed off at me, and thanks to staying at home on bed rest, I can stalk Kyle.

Yep, stalking is a good word for it since I see him when he doesn't see me. But thanks to Goddess, he has habits, like taking Carson for a walk always at noon. I keep my distance, and I'm careful with my scent when I follow him since it's Kyle we are talking about, but I find them both so cute. Kyle is such a good mother, and Blake wants his pup to be ours no matter what. I want Carson to be mine too.

It snows quite heavily today, so I guess that's why Kyle hasn't gone for his walk yet. I sit shifted between the woods to keep myself warm. Forty meters from the packhouse, any meter closer and Kyle would be able to smell me the moment he steps outside.

Suddenly I feel pain, a pain I'm so familiar with; someone is touching my mate. I see red, I don't care if Kyle does it out of spite. No one can touch him. He is mine!

In a matter of seconds, I'm inside the packhouse in Kyle's room. Carson is crying like crazy, but I'm only able to lick him twice, making sure he's not hurt before I'm outside again. My heartrate is over the moon; Kyle would never leave the baby, no matter what.

My mate's scent is extremely strong, so I have no problem with following it. Blake is extremely agitated, and I know why. This kind of scent is impossible to be mistaken for anything. My mate is in heat.

I run as fast as I can before I hear sounds of struggle in the woods, and Kyle's scent intensifies. As I reach out to my destiny, I clearly hear my mate's screams to stop.

What I finally see makes my blood boil. There are five wounded werewolves on the ground. Kyle is lying pinned to the ground by three more, who are also bleeding as one of them is trying to enter my mate. I jump on them, howling; they look at me and shift instantly, all but Kyle. I clearly see their eyes dilated, which means that they are under the influence of my mate's heat pheromones and may or may not be aware of what they are doing. Well, it's not like I care when I sink my teeth in one of them, when I scratch, bite, and make them bleed.

When they no longer pose a threat, Blake gently licks Kyle's face. He stirs and tries to stand up, but I guess another wave of heat makes it impossible. He huddles and whimpers in pain.

I shift, and instantly Kyle's scent attacks my nostrils much stronger than in my wolf form. My mouth waters; I'm hard like a rock and have to fight with the overwhelming need of mating and marking my mate right here, right now.

It takes me a while to get myself under control. We can't stay here, but I also can't take Kyle back to the packhouse. We will have to pass close to the training grounds, people are coming back home at this hour, and Kyle's scent is too strong. I may not be able to protect him from everybody who would be influenced by it.

I gently take Kyle in my arms, and he shivers and cries.

"It's okay, baby, I've got you," I say.

"Carson?" he manages to whisper; such a good mother he is.

"I mindlinked my sister; she will take care of him," I say as I walk in the opposite direction to the packhouse.

Thanks, Goddess Hank's old cabin is not far away from here, and it's empty now. Barely fifteen minutes later, I bring Kyle inside it. It's just a one-room plain cabin, but Hank didn't want to live in a packhouse with Ryan, so he stayed here when he was serving as his Beta.

I put Kyle on the bed; he keeps stirring and panting hard, sweating a lot. I really want to hold him, but I have to keep my distance, at least for now, as my control can break at any moment. I clench my teeth and start focusing on my breathing; Blake keeps pushing for mating; our mate's scent makes him go crazy, and controlling him is so difficult.

Goddess, I want to fuck Kyle so much now that we are safe from others; that is the one thing I can't stop thinking about; the smell of his heat is making me crazy. I press myself more into the wall; I must keep control no matter what.

Soon the door gets open again, and Roseanne enters with Carson in her arms.

"Are you sure it was a good idea to bring here a baby?" she asks.

I snarl as she comes closer to Kyle and gently gives him his son. Kyle is in a lot of pain but still seems much calmer when he can cuddle Carson to his chest.

"Ok, kid, we will take care of you, but first, this."

She brings him a glass of water and makes him swallow scent suppressants. Then she goes to the bathroom and starts filling the tube with cold water.

"Kyle, I will take you to the tube now; your child will stay here, don't worry; both of you are safe."

After my mate is in the bathroom, she closes the door and finally looks at me. I stand up feeling much calmer, take some of Hank's clothes from the wardrobe to dress, and take Carson, who started crying in my arms.

"So what's now?" she asks.

"I need you to bring here some food and water. And if I'm to stay, you must bring shots with silver. This is mating heat, so I don't know how long it last and how intense it will be. And I need you to send someone to check on those who I left near the training grounds."

"Patrick, Dalton, and others are stuck in the woods since the snowstorm is coming. That's good because even if more managed to pick a scent of your mate, it will be difficult to locate him, especially here. But are you sure you can keep control?"

"I won't hurt him," I say with conviction. "If you get me silver, I'll manage to control Blake."

"Alright, I'll bring all you may need first," she says and leaves.

I keep hugging Carson, who doesn't stop crying; I guess he is hungry and in distress.

"It's alright, little one, daddy is going to take care of you and your mommy," I whisper to him.