The morning sickness doesn’t kick in till mid afternoon and Will finds himself on his knees in a bush with a body not ten feet away. He refuses anyone who comes up to touch him, still on edge from his morning with Hannibal.
How dare he?
He still can’t believe his alpha would even have such outdated ideas, let alone voice them, and his distress from learning that makes him not even want to return home.
But he has nowhere else to go.
He gets up, brushes off his knees, and heads back only to feel so many eyes on him he wants to bare his teeth.
“Are you alright, Will?”
He is not weak.
“I’m fine.”
This morning’s body is a beta whose killer is surely an alpha. Will had never felt more feral anger in all his life seeing a murder scene and it fills in his distress quite nicely.
“He’s an alpha,” he scoffs, “This man took something from him. A job, maybe? Something that he held dear but it’s not—”
“Wilbur Edwards,” Jack interrupts, “He works at the interstate. We’ll look into it.”
Will glares at him. “Can I finish?”
Bev reaches out to touch his shoulder. “Will, you ok?”
He pushes her back. “I was talking and Alpha Jack interrupted me. You want to do this yourself, Alpha? I am more than happy to let you take over.”
Jack’s angry scent fills his nose but Will knows the alpha is held back by his own. Alphas very rarely go after pregnant omegas but it’s not uncommon. Will suddenly hopes he does.
He is not weak.
“Carry on.”
Will looks at the body. “It’s not about this specific person. He wanted to show this weak little beta who was boss. He wanted them all to see he’s the alpha. THE Alpha. Maybe he works with all betas, I don’t know. I just know he wanted to be seen.”
“I’ll call the interstate. Everyone else, time for lunch.”
Jack leaves and Bev comes to his side. Will feels no comfort from her presence.
“You ok?”
“No,” he whispers, “No, I’m not.”
“What happened? Did Hannibal–”
“Hannibal acted just like all alphas and I….I won’t let anyone control me. Even if I’m pregnant.”
She puts her hand on his shoulder. “That asshole. What did he…?”
Will looks away from the body and lets out a breath. “He doesn’t want me to work,” Will mumbles, “He wants me barefoot and pregnant I guess? I don’t know.”
Bev is quiet for too long and Will looks at her. “What? You think that’s okay?”
“No, I just….you have the guy, Will. THE guy. I mean I can’t imagine living life as an omega in a sea of alphas but….Hannibal is a decent guy, right? Rich, handsome, and hot as fuck in bed?”
Will laughs. “What does that have to do with anything? He basically said I shouldn’t work. That he’d take care of me if I…shit.”
Bev pats his shoulder. “I mean it’s okay to freak out over asshole things us alphas say, but he didn’t exactly forbid you? It was just a suggestion?”
“Yeah,” Will sighs, “Hey, you think they need me anymore?”
She shakes her head. “No, probably not. Now go get your alpha. Merry Christmas.”
Will leaves after talking to Jack who seems happy to let him go for the day. “Merry Christmas, Will.”
Will nods. “Merry Christmas, Jack.”
He gets in his car and it starts to snow, light flakes that remind him of the night Hannibal and he met at Bev’s. That sad look on Hannibal’s face when he left is a memory Will doesn’t think he’ll ever forget.
The clock on his dash says it’s not yet eleven. He drives to the house and pulls into the garage. A sudden memory of doing that very thing mere days ago hits and Will wants his alpha with a desperation he hasn’t felt since their bonding. He gets out of his car and closes the garage door before he goes into the house.
Hannibal isn’t here he knows, the car would’ve been outside and his presence brings with it his scent. Will rushes up the stairs to their bedroom and takes Hannibal’s pillow, breathing him in.
He doesn’t know what to do.
Winston and Buster come in and climb on the bed. Will pulls them close and gathers the blankets all around him. The effect is better than before but still not enough. He gets up and finds more pillows in the closet, fancy silk things that feel nice against his skin. He throws them on the bed and then goes into the guest room for more blankets.
Still not enough.
He gets lost in the urge for more till he’s taken nearly every blanket and pillow in the entire house. The dogs get off the bed and bark for his attention but Will doesn’t hear them. He presses Hannibal’s pillow to his face and falls asleep.
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