"Do you feel better?" Leon breaks the silence, his voice hoarse from lack of use. Tired eyes half-open as he waits for you to swallow the suppressant pill, holding out the glass of water to you. "Do you want me to bite you?" He questions calmly, forcing himself not to inhale your scent.

You were waking up the same way three mornings ago; feverish, full of heat and agony. his smell: it seemed to get stronger and more intense every day, and the only thing that could improve it were heat suppressants.

Not that he thought that was it. In reality, he was acting on pure instinct.

"Think you can go back to sleep?" The alpha moves to place the empty cup on the table. Scratching the back of his head and ruffling his blonde hair, looking at you tiredly. "It's going to take a few minutes for the suppressant to take effect. You'd better rest." Leon warns calmly.