“Fuck. Silas, I’m so sorry.”
Making a point hadn’t been Dean’s intention at all. He hadn’t meant to demonstrate how weak and powerless Silas was without his magic, how he was just an omega who could be dragged by the hair by an alpha and thrown onto a bed and straddled, insinuating far worse. Making Silas feel vulnerable was Dean’s worst nightmare. He felt awful and ashamed.
Dean had merely panicked and not thought through his actions at all. He had seen the cuffs and been filled with terror. His only thought had been to get them off of his mate immediately, before anything bad happened.
Silas serenely sat up on the bed and rubbed his wrists. Dean winced. He couldn’t tell if it was the cuffs or him ripping them off that had made them sore.
Dean blurted out in a great rush, “You deserve to be protected by your pack like any other omega. You shouldn’t have to defend yourself.”
Silas merely shrugged, “I’m not any other omega, am I? I was a supervillain, now I’m Grand Master. I don’t have a shortage of enemies.”
Silas got off of the bed and walked up to Dean, who watched him warily.
“I know you would do everything you could to protect me,” said Silas.
Dean sighed and gave a rueful smile. “You don’t need to appease my alpha ego. And I’m sorry I flipped out and went all Alphahole on you.”
Silas shrugged. “You are an alpha. You can’t suppress that inner jerk all the time.”
Dean smiled fondly at his mate, greatly relieved that he was being forgiven so easily. Silas always had seemed accepting and unphased by his occasional alphaness. Dean hated that side of himself. He hated morphing into an unthinking hot-head who thought brute force was the answer to any question.
Silas gave him a grin, before tenderly caressing his arm. They stared at each other for a moment. The silence strange and thick around them.
“Besides, I’d be a huge hypocrite if I bound myself after flipping out at you for doing the same thing.” Silas’s tone was light, but there was tension and uncertainty in his dark eyes.
Dean put his arms around his mate and pulled him closer. He wanted to hold him as tightly as possible, but he also wanted to hold his gaze.
“That was the dagger,” whispered Dean.
Silas flinched. “Not all of it.”
Dean stared deep into his mate’s dark eyes. He saw the pain, the wounds. How some part of Silas still couldn’t quite believe that Dean had forgiven him or that he had been able to forgive in return. Dean realized that this had been their first serious fight since they had gotten back together. They had long since moved on from the tentatively walking around each other on egg shells stage, but Dean suddenly understood that this moment was a milestone.
Could they have a serious fight and still be okay? Fear and anxiety clawed at Dean, and it felt like he was holding his breath. He could tell Silas was doing the same. He could see it in his eyes and feel it through the mate bond.
“I love you, Angel,” said Dean.
It was true. He loved Silas with all his heart and soul and stupid fights were never going to change a thing.
A slow, beautiful grin spread across Silas’s face. His dark eyes glinted with joy.
“Not as much as I love you,” whispered Silas, breaking out into a spectacular blush and biting his bottom lip.
Dean’s heart flipped over in his chest and his eyes watered. Silas had never been able to say it so clearly and blatantly before. It meant the world to Dean. He wasn’t capable of any further words, so he kissed Silas instead. Passionately, thoroughly, whilst hoping his mate would not object to some enthusiastic make up sex.
“Why are you two fighting!” exclaimed Isaiah as he burst into their room.
Isaiah hadn’t been in the dining hall, so word must have spread around the pack fast. Which Dean thought was understandable. Seeing your Alpha yelling and dragging the Alpha-mate around by the hair, whilst said Alpha-mate fought back viciously, was bound to be alarming. Especially for the original Darkstar pack members. Given everything they had been through last time Dean had fought with Silas.
Isaiah froze in the doorway, his brown eyes taking in the sight before him. Dean realized he was standing in a full clinch with Silas. A position worthy of a cheesy romance novel cover.
“Oh great! You’ve made up!” beamed Isaiah, his relief palpable. “Carry on!”
The door shut, and they were alone once more. Dean grinned at Silas.
“Where were we?”
“I believe you were kissing me quite thoroughly.”
