I taste the tears

As the Alpha boy moved closer he would see that Othello was awake, and the soft cries of her young would sound out for a moment before she comforted them. It was a strangely homely sound, with their little voices calling out for food and warmth and love. He hadn?t really had a chance to see them yet, the ones he had seen where the stillborn?s he had buried with little flowers to mark the tiny grave.



Othellos voice would sound out, although she did not turn to look at him. He was oddly grateful for this little respite, with his eyes filled with emotion, and his face uncovered, open to all he felt. Especially with her thanks, words of gratitude when truly he had done little to nothing. ?It was Orchid and Ellis who did it all? he amended her gently. And as she finally turned to face him he had brought his features once more under control. Something about Othello always made him more emotional, more raw and he was almost ashamed at how naked he felt in front of her.



Certainly he wasn?t prepared for the words she would speak and his lips would turn downwards in a frown. ?You have a family now Othello, a mate and children, a place to settle down ? isn?t that what you always wanted?? he whispered, still finding it amazing that Scorpion could provide for her what he could not.


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