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Over and over I convinced myself of my own personal diagnosis by stating it aloud.
I drank about half my tea before I got up and went into the bathroom. I turned the shower on cold, shucked my trousers and stepped into icy water-flow.
My body nearly convulsed at the sudden cold. But at the same time it calmed me. The water hit my genitals and my cock instantly shriveled.
As I cooled down, I gradually turned up the warm water and washed myself thoroughly, including my hair.
By the time I stepped out, I felt almost normal. My stomach had relaxed. My muscles unclenched.
I dried my hair, combed it out, and then padded naked to my bed through the cold air and got in under the thick blankets.
Everything seemed better. Normal. Fine. The sheets were soft against my skin, and smelled faintly of floral detergent. I fell quickly to sleep.
Chapter Seventeen
Thorne
Thorne was reluctant to leave Kris alone. He had been under the weather all day. Now his symptoms resembled that of an Alpha’s first Burn.
Kris was already confused and traumatized by his discovery that he wasn’t a pure Alpha. This, on top of living in a new place and experiencing the Burn as a virgin, would make matters far worse for him.
Thorne had secretly researched Kris’s condition. More than half the boys with his medical anomaly did not ever experience the Burn. He had hoped for Kris’s sake it would never happen. But if it did, Thorne had already thought of various options to help him.
He could phone for an Omega house call, something he’d never done for himself in twenty-five years. Or he could let Kris make his way through it blind, supplying him with lube and toys to at least make him comfortable.
The other option, one he craved but dared not hope for, was to be allowed to see Kris through the Burn himself. As an Alpha, he was fearful of bottoming for anyone, and had never fantasized about doing it. But he could help Kris in other ways. Many other ways.
He climbed into bed hoping he’d been wrong with his instincts about Kris. He heard the shower go on. Maybe that was all Kris needed to relax himself, and to assuage a fever from a simple case of the flu.
As Thorne lay in bed staring up through the darkness at his shadowed ceiling, he heard the shower go off. Kris would be in his own bed now, probably exhausted, curling up under the covers to fall to sleep.
He’d be naked and Thorne tried very hard not to think about that for he’d already seen too much tonight-- Kris nude from the waist up as he accepted the tea Thorne had made. Kris’s perfect body gleaming with fever, flushed and sweet-scented. The honey and wild-flower scent of him. The beauty of his body, his features, his cascades of tawny hair. It might drive Thorne crazy if he let it.
He shook his head. “Enough!” he told himself. It would do no good to develop this attraction. No matter how he was labeled, Kris was an Alpha. Since he’d found out he wasn’t pure, he knew better than to trust any Alpha. He’d still be attracted to Omegas, not Alphas.
Kris was an anomaly, and one he must accept he could never have.
He turned onto his side but it was difficult to fall asleep. His worry for Kris would not leave him alone.
Tossing and turning for an hour, he finally switched on his light, grabbed his tablet and began to read. At least reading took his mind off the boy downstairs. He relaxed against his pillows and focused on the story at hand which had nothing to do with halfling Alphas or runaways or first time Burns.
After about an hour, Thorne’s eyelids drooped. His tablet, still glowing its white light into the room, fell against his thigh as dropped off to sleep.
It seemed only a short time later that a noise woke him.
Thorne sat up, listening.
The house was so quiet that any crack or creak would amplify its sound.
After a minute of silence, he heard a rustling from downstairs followed by a quick groan. If Kris was just having a nightmare, he didn’t want to disturb him. At the same time, he knew this was only wishful thinking on his part. This might be a nightmare for him, but not the kind that haunted you in your sleep.
After another half a minute, he heard a person say, “Fuck!” A loud crash followed, then another, “Fuck!”
Thorne jumped up, threw on his robe, and sprinted down the stairs taking two at a time.
The voice from the guest room continued to curse.
Everything on the first floor remained in darkness. Thorne turned on the hall light and the shadows scattered. The white walls and brown wood floor came into view and only the corners still held any edge of dark.
