"Oh shit! Sorry--" The Beta winced when the Alpha tripped and landed rather harshly on the ground, but his mind was quite jumbled. He didn't want Zeke to go, he didn't want the Alpha to go out that door to look for any available Omega for his rutting session.
Zeke wanted to growl warningly at the Beta. His rash actions weren't helping the situation at all, if more, the Alpha inside him felt the need to take up the challenge.
He shook his head, trying to dissolve the fuzziness from appearing, from letting himself blacken out and let the Alpha beast inside him erupt. He had to get away, locked himself up. Zeke was already dreading the rut he was going to experience this time.
With no one to help him relieving it, it was going to be a torture.
When the Beta craned his neck to check Zeke's swollen ankle, the Alpha's jade eyes honed in on that slender neck, and nothing else seemed to exist outside of it when he did.
