Anubis huffed & puffed. Grumbling & gritting his teeth, he’d barely made it back from the market. Waves of heat flared in his body. Causing him to keen. He’s half focused on trying to call Dredd, voice shaking & the phone creaking in his grip as he waits for the call to be answered.
Of course his mate is at work. Why not. How swell. Leaving a highly irritated voice message that wavered as he forces himself to focus enough to not pant into the phone like some cliché murder.
“ /es salaam alaikum/ Dredd, should you receive this, fucking beat the /ibn al kalb/ you’re arresting & leave the imbecile for another Judge. /mīn fādlék habib/ hurry or else you’ll be in the proverbial canine territory. Utter to your superior (Volt) to piss the fuck off for me as well. /Sokrán/”
With that he quickly hung up & hunched over, by force of will alone, his heat lowers into a simmering temperature enough for him to tolerate for now. Managing to get inside Dredd’s apartment. Anubis tosses the cell phone into the couch, going straight to the bedroom.
Shedding clothes, Anubis turned on a nice fan he’d haggled for weeks afore his heat-rut hit him early. Rummaging for a shirt that had his Alpha’s smell. The Omega-Alpha slips it onto his lithe frame & flops back on the bed. He’s glad he recalled vaguely to snatch a water bottle off the counter.
Gulping down half the water, the Egyptian set it on the nightstand & dozed as the fan blew cold air over his heated body. Today is the day for a bond. Anubis can feel a thrumming in his bones aching for it.
