The Rebellious Omega

King Braedon POV

I grinned as I carried my mate effortlessly up the stairs. Her eyes were open but bleary and she was light as a feather. She smelt of alcohol and I wondered how much she had had to drink. From the looks of it, it had been quite a lot. I sighed. We reached the bedroom and I put her on the bed as she slowly sat upright. "I think a shower could do you some good," I said eyeing her carefully.

"Tired" she pouted.

I smirked. She was adorable. I left her sitting on the bed and walked into the bathroom, starting the water and checking the temperature. At least I didn't have to undress her, not with the way she was already n**e I thought amused.

I walked back out and motioned for her to come into the bathroom. She got up looking irritated and I helped her inside. She got in the shower and then sank down onto the floor, sitting cross-legged and looking moody. "You come in too" she scowled.

I chuckled. At least she wasn't yelling at me anymore. I began to shrug out of my clothes as she watched, her eyes narrowed and intently staring at me the entire time. I put the clothes into the hamper and then got in, sitting behind her and spreading my legs so she could sit between them. "Better?" I asked her calmly.

She leaned against my chest, the water cascading over us both.

"Much," she said drowsily, the anger having faded from her entirely.

I rubbed her arms with my hands. My wolf was amused.

Mate is cute when she's drunk. Even though she's upset with us, it's adorable and hard to be mad at her.

Yes, but she got drunk because of what we did.

We'll make it up to her. Let's take good care of her and show her how sorry we are for what we did.

Right now, I'm more concerned about the massive headache she's going to have in the morning.

Oh right. She's going to have one hell of a hangover when she wakes up my wolf said laughing madly to himself.

Blair turned and put her arms around my neck, sitting atop my legs and cuddling me. "You smell good" she murmured, sniffing me.

I stroked her hair in response. She seemed a lot more vulnerable when she was drunk like this. I looked at the water and down at her. She was so close to falling asleep and I knew if I kept her in the water for much longer she would fall asleep in my arms. I reluctantly put her on the ground and stood up, turning the taps and shutting the water off as she yawned again. I hopped out and dried myself with a towel and then grabbed her, wrapping her up in a towel and carrying her out to the bed.

I proceeded to dry her as she lay there, looking stunned. I threw the towel away and rifled in her dresser, grabbing some pajamas and heading back to her. Grimly, I put the shorts on and helped her put the tight tank top on as well. She looked confused. She normally went to bed naked as did I, but in this case, I was going to insist on clothes.

"Why pajamas?" she asked biting her lip and eyeing me askance.

"Because" I grunted, "it's hard to resist you when you're naked and I'm not about to take advantage of you while you're drunk."

"Maybe I want you to," she said without thinking and licking her lips.

I shot her a glare. She was testing my self-restraint and my willpower. I was not in the mood for teasing. "Not gonna happen, now climb into bed like a good girl" I instructed icily, pulling the bedcovers back as she sulked like a petulant child who had been told no for the first time. I grabbed a bucket from the bathroom and came back, putting the bucket next to her on the bed.

"In case you're sick," I said firmly as she glanced at me.

Realization dawned and she gave another yawn. I was reasonably certain that she wasn't used to drinking this much alcohol. She hadn't drunk much since she'd come back to my pack, at least as far as I knew and she didn't appear to be much of a drinker. Her body was not going to be thanking her in the morning. I climbed in on the other side of her, putting the bedcovers over her, and then wrapped my arm over her side, spooning her gently, without hurting her or wrapping my arm too tightly around her stomach.

Sure enough, minutes later, she was sitting up and vomiting miserably into the bucket I'd provided. I sat up and pulled her hair away from her face, stroking her neck sympathetically. When she was finished I cleaned up the mess, rinsed the bucket out, and brought it back to her. She gave a low moan of discomfort, even as she took the time to thank me. I prepared myself for a long night of interruptions. She was sick several times during the night before finally passing out into a peaceful sleep. I sighed in relief. I mind-linked James who was going to take my place that morning in order to allow me and Blair to get some much-needed rest. I wrapped my arms back around my mate, relieved to find she was cool to the touch. No fever then. Something to be thankful for.

"Stupid men" Blair muttered in her sleep and I rolled my eyes, feeling chagrined.

I did not want to know what she was dreaming about. I rested my head atop of hers and breathed in deeply. I was comforted by her presence and felt guilty as hell. I hoped James had had more success in getting Sierra to bed and wrestling her into clothes. I fought back my grin at the thought. I was certain that would have been interesting. My hand lightly stroked up and down her arms. Blair gave a low moan.

"I love you Blair," I told her, snuggling against her, my wolf practically purring with content, now that she wasn't fighting against us or trying to push us away any longer, "I'm sorry" I whispered into her ear feeling remorseful.

Of course, she didn't answer. She was dead asleep. Her soft snores filled the room. I kissed her on the forehead and rested my head on top of hers again. My eyes began to flutter closed, no longer able to fight the exhaustion taking over my body. I knew that the pack business would be taken care of thanks to James and my body began to slowly relax. All that existed right now was my mate and ensuring she was okay. She was definitely missing training I thought to myself drowsily, there was no way she was going to be in any shape to participate in that, let alone awake in time. Exhausted and wrung out emotionally, I fell into a deep sleep and was abruptly woken by the sound of my mate's screams and vomiting as I rushed to her side, disgusted by what I saw and completely mystified as to who could have done such a horrible thing while we both slept only meters away.