Only Omega [Lone]

The alpha whined softly as he laid in bed, missing his omega, to him he had no idea what he had done wrong.

Sam just curled up on his bed more. Struggling to sleep, but found out he couldn't. He shifted up as he decided to take a small walk. He bit his lip, deciding to slip out of his room through the window. Being silent and stealthy as possible. Silently moving around the other side of the house, not by his fathers window. He continued on until he made it to the sidewalk. And then turned to walk towards the park.

He watched him and let out a whimper, watching him go to his room, he sighed and went back to his own, curling up on his bed.

Sam narrowed his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, before he turned and made his way back to his room. Being aware of the glass that could possibly cut his feet. Before he shuffled into the room and closed his door. Curling up into his bed as he sighed quietly.

"Why are you so upset with me? I'm just worried for you" He frowned, watching his son.

Sam felt his fathers hands on his face. "I don't need to be bred in heat, I'm not even sure this hest is even going to last any longer..." He said. Eyes lightly narrowed at his father.

He cupped his son's face and he sighed, "To me it doesn't matter to me if I'm in pain, I need tk make sure you're needs are met first" He told him.

Sam shifted and leaned against the door. "You were basically in pain. Sometimes it's for the best to not do something like this while in pain. Because I wouldn't want to either," he said.

"We're mated Sam, it doesn't matter to me if you bug me, because you wont" He said.

"I still thought I could have closed it. It's nature to forget things," he snapped at him. "I didn't want to bug you or anything. So I left you to rest," he said. Sliding off the counter to move to the door.

"You shouldn't have even opened it" He growled, "You could have went to my room, I was downstairs for a while anyway" He said.

Sam growled as he heard his father growl. "Of course it's your fault. Drinking alcohol is not a solution," he seethed. "And I was going to close it. I just passed out because of how exhausted I was," he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Its not my fault, you're the one that let someone in and never told me" He growled, sending his son a light glare, "I told you to keep your window closed" He said.

Sam narrowed his eyes a bit. "You've been moody, you've been drinking. You literally threw a glass bottle at a wall. Who knows how you act when you're all fired up on alcohol," he shuddered lightly.

"Why are you so upset with me Sam? I haven't done anything to you" He frowned.

"It's just a cut, it's not like I got shanked in the back or anything. I'm not going to bleed out," he spoke. Moving his hand back up to his mouth as he sucked on the cut. Lightly licking it to try and sooth the pain and stop the bleeding.

His eye twitched when he heard his son's growl and he glanced to him, "What? You want to judt bleed out" He frowned.

Sam shifted as he was lifted up into his fathers arms. He looked around as he was placed in the counter. His eyes looked toward the first aid kit his father was rummaging through. He shifted back and let off a slight growl.

He instantly picked up his son when he saw the blood and he held him close while walking toward the bathroom, setting him on the bathroom counter then grabbing his first aid kit, rumaging through it.

Sam jumped when he heard his fathers voice. Helping out when the sharp glass had cut through the palm of his hand. He growled and wiggled in his fathers arms. Quickly dropping the glass into the bin and licking at his bleeding hand. Basically choking on the bitter taste of alcohol that was on his hand.

"Leave it Sam" He growled as he followed him, grabbing onto him and holding him close.

Sam blinked as he flinched when he heard it shatter. He just growled and stood up, shuffling around the knot out. He grabbed for his clothing and slipped it on. Then he sulked past his father had moved to clean up the glass. He quickly moved to grab a bin to put the glass in. Carefully picking it up.

He frowned and muttered to himself lightly, "Fine" He growled and just tossed the bottle down the hall, letting it shatter against a wall, "Better?" He huffed.

Sam looked towards where the bottle was being placed. "No, don't put it there. You're killing me with the putrid stench of alcohol," he said. Curling up more on his bed. Not pulling the knot out of him yet.

"You're mine Sam, you aren't bothering me when it comes to your heat" He frowned and finished off the bottle he had, grumbling and setting it down somewhere.