Chapter 11
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"Easy.. Easy.. I'm not.. I wouldn't.. But I can't just let you die.." Derek said as he put his wrist under the Omega's nose.. The wrists held scent glands and was the safest option of offering the Omega his scent as it wouldn't set off either of their instincts like offering the scent glands at the neck or .. eh.. scent glands in other areas.. would do.. The only other scent glands that might be equally safe in terms of not setting off certain instincts were the ones at the ankles and feet or the ones in the arm pits.. But Derek wasn't about to try to stick his feet, ankles or arm pits in the Omega's face..
"You realize my neck isn't the only one on the chopping block, right?.. What are you doing ..?" The Omega asked sounding increasingly drunk from his True Mate's scent.. "Ohh..." The Omega sounded relieved as the effects of the scent eased the onslaught of some of his symptoms..
Derek then rubbed the inside of his wrists on both sides of the Omega's neck, both sides of the jaws, behind the ears, the tops and sides of the shoulders, the inside of the bend of the elbows, and the inside of the bend of the knees, thus allowing certain aspects of scent and hormones to be absorbed through the Omega's scent glands..
The Omega started shivering as his fever came down leaving him chilled but he smelled heavily of slick as his head lulled sideways and he whimpered "I.. I.. Need.. No.. No... Don't.. I don't want.. No.."
The Omega was trying to grind his empty hole against the seat of the chair..
Derek massaged the Omega's nipples through the Omega's shirt and it helped pull the Omega back from the edge and helped the Omega rest..
Derek had exhausted all of his knowledge of how to help an Omega in Heat without resorting to sex and he knew it would only get worse from here as the intensity of the Omega's Heat grew..
The Omega slipped into a fitful slumber and Derek used the opportunity to put aside his pride and make a call for help..
Alan Deaton was an unassuming veterinarian, no one would guess he had ties to Supernatural Beings, let alone was the Emissary for a once large Pack.. Now there was only a Pack of one and the veterinarian thought that, that one, was dead..
The Druid answered on the third ring..
Derek only had to say two words and the man already instantly knew..
"I thought I was imagining that our Pack Bonds didn't break.. I thought it was something akin to Phantom Limb Syndrome.. But it was real.. You're alive." The Druid sounded relieved "Why didn't you reach out to me before now?.. I spent this entire time thinking you were dead and that I was the last of our Pack.. You had to have known what that would do to me.."
"I didn't know.. I'm sorry.. I went Feral and when I fought my way back to my Humanity I was too ashamed to try to reach out to you.. Plus I didn't want to drag you into the mess I knew I was going to be stirring up.."
"Derek.. It's my job as your Emissary to be a part of any and all messes you'll ever be in no matter if it's through your own doing or not.. Tell me.. Please.. What it is I can do to help you, Derek.."
So Derek told Deaton about the last few years and how it lead to this moment and why Derek needed help now of all times..
"I wish you had contacted me about this sooner.." Deaton told him "I know other methods of finding out the truth you seek.."