AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry that it took so long to update, but I've been dealing with some medical issues and just haven't felt well enough to write. So, please be kind if the writing isn't as good as usual.
CHAPTER 23
"ALPHA!", a voice from behind us shouted breathlessly. My Omega was calling me and she sounded like she was in pain! And the smell wafting from her was all wrong! Was she alright?! What was happening to her?!
"OMEGA!" We all ran toward Lydia at the same time, and I was kind of a dick when I shoved Cas out of the way to get to her. I grabbed her face in both hands and kissed her softly on the lips. She was burning up! "Lydia? Baby? Are you OK?" She just screamed, trying to curl in on herself, but couldn't because her wrists and ankles were still bound to the bed. I grabbed the rope tying her wrists above her head and worked frantically to undo the knot while Sam and Cas did the same with her ankles. When her arms and legs were finally free, she grabbed her belly, curling into the fetal position on her side. "Omega...?", I whispered in her ear. "...Please talk to me!" When she lifted her face to look at me, I could see the pain in her red-rimmed yellow eyes.
"Alpha...", Lydia croaked through clenched, pointed fangs. She was shaking and sweating and that sour smell hit me again. There was something very wrong with my mate!
"CAS! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" Cas moved up next to me and placed his hand on the top of her head. I watched hopefully as that all too familiar glow emanated from his hand. When he lifted his hand, but nothing had changed, my head shot up to glare at my best friend. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED, MAN?! HEAL HER!"
"I can't", Cas said dejectedly. "This is beyond my ability to heal."
"WHY!" I was really starting to freak out now! "WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER!"
"I'm not certain, but I think it's because she's in heat in a room full of alphas. It's sent her body into hormonal overdrive. Her fever is so high that her brain is in danger of boiling in her skull.
"WHAT DO WE DO?!", I snapped! "I can't..."
"ALPHA!", my mate screamed, cutting me off.
"Baby?", I whined, crouching down next to the bed, close to her head. "What can I do?!"
"I... I need... Alpha..." Lydia passed out before she could finish.
"Lydia?! Sweetheart?!" I stood up and ran my hands through my sweaty hair in fear and frustration. "WHAT DO I DO?!"
"I think she told you what you have to do, Dean", Sam said softly. When I spun around to look at him, he was staring at me like I should know what to do. Like it should be obvious. "Look at her, Dean." For a moment, I just stood there looking confused. He just nodded his head at her to get me to focus on her. I looked down at my unconscious mate as she lay on her right side on the small bed, my eyes roamed her naked body, glistening with sweat, and at first I didn't see what he was talking about. She was, in my eyes anyway, flawless, perfect. What could possibly be the prob...? Then I saw it. It was so obvious that I couldn't, for the life of me, understand how I could have missed it! There, in the cleft of her left shoulder and her neck was her claim scar. I knew what she needed. She needed her Alpha's knot. But could I do it? We hadn't really had sex since my knot popped.
"Sam? Cas? You guys need to go outside", I growled without taking my eyes of her neck.
"Ok, Dean", Sam whispered. I could see him move out of the corner of my eye and was grateful when he grabbed Cas' arm and pulled him away. I hoped Cas understood, but sometimes he really did act like a 'baby in a trench coat'. When the door clicked shut, I slowly knelt on the bed beside her and put my hand on her cheek. The heat radiating from her made me cringe. I had to act fast, but I wasn't going to do that an unconscious woman.
"Lydia? Baby? Wale up." She moaned and her eyes scrunched up before she blinked them open.
"Alpha?" I smiled down at her and she shivered. Her fever was so high that I wasn't sure if she really understood what was happening, but I couldn't think about that right now. "I'm gonna help you, Sweetheart, ok?" She didn't answer and I didn't wait for one. I took my hand away and she whined pitifully at the loss. Her body knew what it needed even if she was unaware of it herself. I stood and stripped off all of my clothes, hoping that skin-to-skin contact would somehow help. I didn't know. I was flying by the seat of my pants here! When I climbed over her, it felt like... and I know this is gonna sound stupid... it felt like I was laying on top of a boiled hotdog! Hot, wet, and completely limp. I had to do everything for her because she was completely out of it. I grabbed her arms and tried to put them around my neck, but I could only manage to hook one elbow around the back of my head. The other just slid off and I didn't have time to worry about it.
"Please!...", Lydia whimpered, her head whipping back and forth.
"I gotcha, Baby Girl!", I whispered. "I gotcha!" When I nudged her opening with my dick, she froze, and her eyes shot open with fear.
"PLEASE NO! LUCIUS, NO!", Lydia screeched, trying to push me away. "DEAN HELP ME! DEEEEAN!" She was hallucinating and thought I was Lucius.
"LYDIA! IT'S ME! IT'S DEAN!" I tried to crab her wrists, but she was flailing her arms all over the place trying to get away from me and it was like trying to wrestle a slippery octopus. "BABY, YA GOTTA CALM DOWN!"
"NO! ALPHA! DEAN!" I got hold of one arm, but the other slipped away from me. "LEMME GO, YOU DICK!" She clawed at my face with her free hand, leaving deep scratches on my cheek. I finally got hold of her other arm and the split second I took my eyes off of her face, she lunged at my face with her sharp teeth bared. Thankfully, I leaned away just in time to save my nose from being bitten off.
"FUCK!" I growled, trying to keep my angry mate from ripping my face off! What the fuck do I do?! How do I do this? How do I do what I need to do when she's like this? I can't!
I can't rape my own mate!
