Cerulean Feathers

Chapter 16

Colored neon flashed through the city.

A towering building was full of drunk laughter.

An empty case of beer lay on a chair.

Half-full and empty cans and bottles littered the kitchen.

A tipsy, white-winged Omega trailed a wasted, antelope-horned Alpha.

Only Betas and an Alpha remained at the table.

"I love you so much..."

The antelope-horned Alpha purred in the Omega's ear, his cheeks red with whiskey.

"I love you too."

The Omega smirked, pressing a sloppy kiss to his boyfriend's cheek.

The Alpha giggled, then dragged the reluctant Omega into his room.

"John,"

The Omega whined.

"I gotta go to bed."

John growled softly as he forced his lips on the Omega.

Their clumsy kiss only lasted a few seconds before the Omega pushed the Alpha off of him.

"Seriously, I have a killer headache."

The Omega whispered into John's ear.

John let out another annoyed snarl, this time taking a step back.

"Fine. Go to sleep, Smitt."

Smitty gave John an appreciative peck on the cheek and trailed his wing down the Alpha's side as he slipped out of the door.

When the door closed, Smitty sighed.

He wasn't going to deal with drunk John trying to unbutton his clothes with clumsy fingers.

They could spend the night together when they were sober.

Smitty wobbled toward his room, turning the doorknob and flicking on the light.

When he turned to look at his bed, he froze.

"Evening, Smit."

Smitty blinked at the person in front of him, his mind taking a few moments longer to process who it was that had snuck into his room.

"Brian?"

The Alpha was sitting on his bed, his eyes boring into the Omega.

"How was your evenin'? Yer boyfriend trapped in any prisons?"

Smitty swallowed. A heavy weight filled his gut.

"I...I know it wasn't Brock..."

He managed to stutter, his eyes wide and wings tense.

Brian scoffed before standing up and taking a few steps toward Smitty.

"Good, then we're on the same page."

The Alpha continued his steps forward.

Smitty could sense the anger radiating off of Brian in viscous waves and cringed lower.

The Alpha's voice dipped to a growl,

"It was you, wasn't it?"

Smitty felt his heart stop for a second before resuming at double the speed.

His hands trembled and all traces of alcohol left his mind.

"Wh-wh...n-no!"

His lips refused to work with his panicked mind, his throat tightening as Brian's gaze narrowed.