Chapter 2 Hadeth’s POV

My ears perked up as soon as I heard their truck pull into the driveway, and I immediately became alert. They had returned, and to my relief, I was able to feel Myrtle along with them. Thank the goddess. She was not in danger. After what seemed like days without them in this heat, I wanted to get up and go to my friends, but my body felt too weak. I wanted to see them after what seemed like days without them in this heat. Although the medicine that Sally offered me did help, I couldn't shake the feeling that everything in my world was in disarray, and a thick cloud of heat obscured my thoughts.   I refrained from making the choice to use my senses and instead focused on what they were saying, during which Juan was first thanking Locker, Augustus, and Sally and then dismissing them. They are aware that I am about to start my period. As a beta male, going into heat is an extremely unpleasant situation. If it weren't for the heat, I'd be flushing right now, but it's already taken care of that for me.   If my thoughts weren't making so much sense right now, I'd be even more humiliated than I already am. My friends were discussing something else, but I was too preoccupied with pitifully and desperately waiting for them to arrive. Juan knocked quickly on the door and entered my room just as I was ready to continue complaining about how horrible I felt.   When he strolled in with a gloomy countenance and was attired in ensanguined garments with his shirt removed, all of my destitution vanished for a split second. As soon as his eyes laid upon my writhing and panting body, he immediately changed the expression on his face. During that single second, when he was out of control, he gave off an absolutely menacing vibe.   That made me feel much more uneasy and increased my yearning for him.   As quickly as he could, he pulled those heat pills out of the pocket behind his back and placed one up in my mouth. I gratefully accepted one and washed it down with some water.   "Hey, Wolfie,” he greeted me while looking down at me with a compassionate and understanding expression on his face.   As a response, I hummed to myself while continuing to stare at the bleeding and torn clothing and body of the man. "I'm fine, baby. I'm doing just fine." He reassured me, he must’ve noticed me staring. “And Myrtle has been returned to us!”   That caused me to give him a sloppy smile in response. "Where?" I questioned him.   "Over there, with Amber in the other room, He responded by saying, "I'm afraid the two of you can't be together at this time."   I gave him a pouty face as I gazed up at him and said that I wanted—no, that I needed Myrtle with me right now. I wanted to argue with them and yell at them for keeping us apart, but I couldn't get up the strength to do any of those things at the moment. At this very moment, the most somebody might expect to get out of me is an angry glance.   Juan smiled again with compassion and continued, "It'll be too much for the both of you to be together, right? We're just getting by on the drugs, and that's saying something!   It was beyond my comprehension. The heat and the fog prevented my brain from thinking, so I only nodded idly in response, despite the fact that nothing that was being said made much sense at that moment.   "Wolfie, please wait here for two minutes. I feel very repulsive right now. Juan kissed the crown of my head and announced that he was going to take a shower in a moment. Before I could even gather the courage to object to his departure, he had already left.   I had the desire to cry, but all I could do was lay there with my eyes covered, staring at the door through which he had exited. I needed him at this very moment, and I needed him to come back out of that door so that he could hold me close to his chest. I can't function properly without the help of my partner to correct everything that's currently off. I can't function till he takes away this stifling heat. I can't function without him because of my blazing boner.   Juan came back after a couple of minutes, as he had promised, wearing only his underwear, which revealed his upper body for me to stare at and drool over. And I did exactly that. Suddenly, the clothing that was already on my body began to feel stifling and overly restrictive.   Naked, I needed to take off all of my clothing right now since they were making me feel uncomfortable and were too tight against my body. Before I could even register what was happening, I was already tearing my clothing off in a very impolite manner. Juan hastily came over to me and grabbed my hand in order to prevent me from letting out distressing whimpers.   He voiced concern as he inquired, "What are you doing, baby boy?" He did this by lacing his tone.   I did it once again and pulled at my garments while saying, "Hot, feel hot, Juan. "Off-off," he said while pointing to my attire. Because he removed my shirt himself, I can only assume he was aware of how awkward the situation was making me feel.   While his hands were slipping into the hem of my tight jeans, he questioned me, "Pants too, Hadey?" I swiftly nodded in his direction, and he responded in kind.   As soon as I stripped down to nothing but my underwear, I experienced a welcome relief that was accompanied by a rush of exhilaration. However, this is not sufficient for me in any way. More was required of me. In a routine motion, I found myself unconsciously rubbing my member against the blankets. I could tell out of the corner of my eye that Juan was getting increasingly frustrated with me and was on the edge of losing control of the situation.   Good, because I required him to mate with me at this very moment in order to extinguish this malicious heat. My baser instincts took over at that moment, and I whimpered for him to take off his pants and get me right away. "Juan-"   He responded with a low grunt and a snarl, saying, "I know precisely what you want, baby boy, but we can't just now. Heat cannot be the driving force behind our first attempt. I'm sorry you have to put up with this wolfie," he said, his voice low and sensual but with a tinge of melancholy and remorse in it.