Pamper a traitor

Veyron’s POV

“What did you just say, Dr. Meridian?” I did not realize I was advancing until I was looming over him. “Did you just say the first knot of my life was for nothing? For nothing?!”

The beta doctor stumbled back, his hands trembling. “Alpha, please, calm down. The first knot does not always mean pregnancy.”

In a blink, Zek was at the surface. My hands raised, ready to strike the pathetic man dead, but then our favorite traitor intervened.

Soren stepped between the doctor and me. “Veyron, please. It was not his fault.”

I laughed, a jagged sound as Zek’s rage boiled over. “Get out.”

The middle-aged man scrambled out with lightning speed, like a mouse freed from a trap. As soon as the door shut, my smirk vanished.

“You are right, Soren. It was not his fault. It is yours.”

I slapped him hard across the face. The sound cracked in the air like a gunshot. I hit him again on the same cheek, even though his teeth were already bleeding.

“You caused this!”

Even with his head spinning, he did not try to shield his face. I saw him sobbing quietly, still trying to be the soldier I had trained, accepting all blows without showing emotion. But his tears were falling, and something stirred in my chest.

I dropped my hand and sat. I ran my hands through my hair, which was still stained with blood from the hunt. I should not have stopped Zek, but he often lost control and killed people. We did not want to kill Soren. Not just yet. 

Just now, I had felt a sharp pang in my chest from seeing him hurt by my hand. I should not feel this way for a traitor who wants me dead, but I had always felt this way about Soren. This time it was stronger, almost as if knotting him created a permanent connection between us.

“What did the doctor say went wrong?” I asked after calming myself.

A second passed, then another, but there was no response. I lifted my head to see Soren fainting. I caught him before he could hit the floor.

“Meridian, get in here!”

Dr. Meridian, who had been waiting outside to properly explain the situation, rushed in. He looked shocked by what he saw, and for once, he seemed past the point of fearing me and was more concerned for his new patient.

“Alpha, please control yourself. He might be the key to ending all this!”

He checked his vitals and called for nurses to bring supplies. Staring at Soren, who was motionless with a swollen, blood-red cheek, I felt a wave of guilt. I did not mean to. Zek did not mean to hurt him. But we hated interruption more than anything, and I always needed to vent my immediate anger on something or someone. He had bravely become a stumbling block.

As they attended to him, I took a syringe and drew my own blood. “Take it. Give it to him.”

Dr. Meridian was shocked when I pressed the vial into his hand. It was likely the first time he had touched it, as only lab scientists and pharmacists had the right to get my blood. Even the nurses were shocked. It was the hardest thing to get in the pack, but here I was, handing the doctor ten milliliters worth of my blood to save a patient that had merely fainted.

“Use all of it,” I commanded before stepping out. “I will be waiting, Doctor.”

Merely a minute later, Dr. Meridian came out. “He is awake, Alpha.”

“Okay. And?” I tried to show my disinterest, but I was dying to see his face. Was he fully healed? Was he still crying? Fuck. What is wrong with me?

The doctor cleared his throat. “Well, as you know Alpha, he was your first knot. That means biologically you are both compatible. I may have to run more tests, but the knotting alone proves a lot.”

“So?” I asked impatiently.

“So, I would advise you to continue to have constant intercourse with him until I figure out why the first knot did not result in a pregnancy.”

I scowled. “I was going to do that with or without your suggestion, Doctor.”

Meridian swallowed hard. “I may have suggestions you may not like, Alpha.”

I raised a brow. “And what could that be?”

“Omegas are fragile creatures—”

“He is a recessive omega!”

“Alpha, please listen.” The doctor shifted back in fear as my voice rose. “Although he is a recessive omega, he is still an omega. Generally, they react to stressful situations the same way. For example, you hitting him. It might affect him emotionally, and that could be a deterrent.”

“So I should fucking pamper a traitor?” I yelled.

The doctor only pissed me off more, but he was right. Omegas were often affected by the littlest things like weaklings. I never treated any of my other breeders like I did Soren because I treated them like fragile things. But with him, I could not bring myself to not want to hurt him. Partly because he was once my soldier, and partly because I was still hurt.

Tired of hearing the doctor’s lectures, I entered the office where Soren was sitting, the drip with my blood still attached.

The nurses stepped out immediately. As I took a step closer, he flinched. No matter how hard I trained or punished him in the past during the selection, he never flinched. He had always met my eyes, defiant and soldier-sharp. Yet here he was, shrinking into the pillows, trembling at the sight of my hands.

That sight did not just break something inside me. It ignited a different kind of rage. He was broken too soon. How dare he take away the thrill of crushing his soul before I was finished?