Being Mean Backfires

The Alpha can't help but feel responsible for Aiden being sick; up until they officially bonded, the tiny omega had never gotten sick, never been captured by cold nor flu—at least not while Drax had been watching him—but now he is stuffed under what looks to be a hundred covers, host to a particularly bad case of bronchitis. 

"Stop."

The Alpha is pacing the room, shuffling across the wood like a man possessed. At the sound of Aiden's voice, he is across the room and letting out an intelligible litany of coos and clicks that had the Omega groaning and rolling away from curious fingers and lips. 

"Are you okay, baby? Do you need something?"

The Omega is still feverish, despite the small male claiming to be cold. Muttering something under his breath, he brushes their nose together while the Alpha whines and kisses his mate's cheeks before letting out a low yet soft purr.

"Cuddles."