Al sighed, watching Edmund trudge away from him. It's not like he asked for this! He wasn't the one who got bitten by a succubus! He'd been so, so careful of the distance between them, trying to be respectful. Trying to thread a line that wouldn't result in either of them battering themselves against a wall of what they couldn't have. And trying not to offend the king who could have him, his whole pride, condemned to death.
But Edmund hadn't made it easy. He didn't try to understand this world he'd been thrust into, and he didn't accept for a moment that maybe Al was acting this way for a reason.
And he couldn't be alone. King or no, there were people out there who wouldn't care about rank. Wouldn't care that he was a panther or even a person, they'd just smell an unprotected omega in heat and take.
Normally, omegas who didn't want to mate had family to stay with them. Al had done it for other members of the pride. Just sat with them, resisting the hormones, lending protection and comfort. He'd thought he could do it for Edmund. But even though Edmund was storming away from him, Furious and disinterested, Al felt a pull.
With a sigh, he changed, then followed after the man. Nothing would happen in this form, at least, even if a more sensitive nose made ignoring Edmund's plight that much more difficult. He tried to put it from mind, padding after his king (not his, he had no right to --) and pushing a heavy, square head under Edmund's hand, against his hip.
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... pretend it hasn't been six months?
Date: 2017-08-23 11:49 pm (UTC)But Edmund hadn't made it easy. He didn't try to understand this world he'd been thrust into, and he didn't accept for a moment that maybe Al was acting this way for a reason.
And he couldn't be alone. King or no, there were people out there who wouldn't care about rank. Wouldn't care that he was a panther or even a person, they'd just smell an unprotected omega in heat and take.
Normally, omegas who didn't want to mate had family to stay with them. Al had done it for other members of the pride. Just sat with them, resisting the hormones, lending protection and comfort. He'd thought he could do it for Edmund. But even though Edmund was storming away from him, Furious and disinterested, Al felt a pull.
With a sigh, he changed, then followed after the man. Nothing would happen in this form, at least, even if a more sensitive nose made ignoring Edmund's plight that much more difficult. He tried to put it from mind, padding after his king (not his, he had no right to --) and pushing a heavy, square head under Edmund's hand, against his hip.