Clyde threw the other Alpha out the back door followed by a loud bang as it bounced back off the wall. He advanced quickly, catching the man before he could get up from the ground and started pummeling his face with both hands, flesh and metal. “I told ya to leave. Ya shoulda listened.”
A faint scream from Meg brought Clyde back to his senses. He ran to her, holding her still so that he could search for for any signs of marks or injury. Satisfied when he couldn’t find any, Clyde turned his attention back to the groaning mess of a man writhing and cussing in the dirt. “If you dare show your face ‘round here again, I won’t stop next time. Now GO.” A final kick to the ribs emphasized his point and Clyde pulled her back into the bar.
He yelled at the passing waitress, “I’m goin’ home. Call in help or close it down, I don’t care. Just don’t bother me.” Pulled forcefully, Meg had to run to keep up with his massive stride. Clyde didn’t calm until he had her safely at home, all doors locked, security cameras on (a new addition he had completed) and sat in a chair facing the front door with Meg on the couch.
She was confused, emotionally hurt, and every time she tried to approach him a fierce growl snarled from his lips, scaring her to sit back down. Meg had never seen Clyde so on edge. This wasn’t a rut, this was something else. His sole focus was on that door and the world that resided outside. All of the dangers and threats that could, and eventually would, come for them. His time in the war had conditioned him for situations like this and he could stay awake for days.
Meg slept on the couch, treading lightly to go to the restroom and grab items from the kitchen but never confronted Clyde, only watched and placed items at his side. After eight hours had passed, he finally reached down and picked up the bottle of water and protein bar but kept his eyes fixed on the door. He ate in silence, draining the bottle in a single pull. The only movement he made was to crack his neck, a futile attempt to release the tension present across his back and shoulders, his arms flexing with each contraction of muscles.
Several more hours passed, the sun rose and fell again before Clyde made any signs of life. “Omega.” His voice was darker than she had ever heard. His head snapped to her, eyes golden and possessive. “Medication. I can smell you.” The command was instant, she ran from the couch and collected the bottles of medication. Fumbling to open them, she dropped the bottle and pills clattered across the floor. A furious growl tore from his throat. “Take a shower while you’re at it. Stay in the bedroom.”
She stifled the tears as she picked up the pills and made her way to the bathroom. Meg didn’t understand the change in Clyde, every time he tried to protect her it was followed by compassion and reassurance. Now she got none of it. Sitting in the bathtub she doubted every decision she ever made.
Moving quietly, Clyde had walked into the bedroom and listened to her sobs. It hurt him to hear her heartbreak. She didn’t understand, didn’t realize what was going on. Drawing on every sense of control he had left, Clyde walked into the bathroom, “Meg. Please calm down. I’m sorry for scaring ya.” His hand ran through his hair. “That Alpha. He won’t back down. He... his actions mean only one thing. He knows who you are. But I’ll keep ya save, I promise my life on it.”
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