Literature
Whiskey and Spice
When Jessie opened the door to his bunk the smell of spice hit his nose, the young alpha had to fight back his wolf from lunging as his eyes scanned the darkened room. As low whimpering came from the bathroom, stalking over toward the locked door the cowboy gently knocked on the door. "G-Gabe?" He called. "I-I-I'm fine, just go to dinner without me." The Latino shouted. "I'm not going to leave you if you're injured," Cassidy argued. "I'm fine, just got nicked on the last mission, seriously go you don't want to miss pizza night with Reinhardt." The other said. Cassidy put his ear to the door, the smell reeked on the other side. "Did Gabe have an omega?" He thought shaking his head, reluctantly leaving the room. Gabriel waited to hear the door close before opening the bathroom door, quickly pulling his dresser drawer open and pulling out an orange pill bottle. Empty. The Latino let out a pained growl, slamming the drawer closed, how could he have been so careless? He knew he was