After the door is closed behind the beta, he walks over to his adjoined office bathroom and gets the scent blockers he always puts on when he is in pre rut.
He also pops a few suppressant pills because his ruts are a nightmare, always so aggressive, like his wolf is taking revenge, but also agonizing over the loss of its mate and the desire to fuck and kill, all at the same time.
It's a rough time for Travis. So he does what he can by keeping those urges at bay for as long as he can.
His father has been right, he is leaning on crutches a little too hard nowadays, Travis muses when he lights a cigarette and then takes the coat and then walks out of his office.
Well, he needs to keep the tics away and not do something irrational like breaking into a certain omega house right now.
Nothing good would come out of it if he answered and caved to all his deep, dark urges.
Nothing.
….
He is being driven by the boyfriend again.
With an exhale of the smoke trapped in his lungs, he sees the bodyguards' SUV park in its usual spot too.
Travis waits, eyes on the green Porsche to see if Day is getting out. He knows he is in there; he can tell. It's a feeling, one he always had before and seems not to have lost it, even after all this time.
They are taking longer, but Travis is a patient man. Although he wonders what they are doing. Any moment that vermin spends being close to his precious mate makes him murderous.
Liam knocks on the window, and he lowers the tinted window of the luxurious black car down, to look at his friend.
"Still on watch?"
Travis looks at the twink hanging off the alpha's arm. The third in three days, he must be on a streak.
"Hi!" he is loud, too.
"Don't speak to him," Liam gives the lanky boy a stare, and he shrinks in himself, but happily snuggles closer to the alpha as if to appease.
"Another on the nightstand stand Liam? What would your father say if he saw this display of sexual deviancy you are on?" Travis grins as he takes another pull of the cigarette, eyes on the green car. They are taking awfully long to say their goodbyes.
It shouldn't bother him. Actually, no, it should, and it is bothering him.
He has never been one to repress how he feels about Day.
"Shut up about it. Why are you glaring at them anyway? Just go knock on the window and ask what's up."
He is mad about the little comment, Travis notes, glancing at his friend.
But then the door opens rather harshly, and Travis is getting out of his car immediately, body angled towards them as he watches the knucklehead go around the car and yank the passenger door open. He doesn't seem happy.
He wonders what the fucker got mad for. But Day has a knack for being such a brat that he is also wondering how this fucker has managed to survive with him.
After all, his omega isn't one for weak men like Marcus Grant. He breaks them and eats them for dinner.
"What the fuck is going on?" Liam asks, shrugging off his friend and standing near the other alpha, as if ready to jump when told so.
Travis is looking nonchalant, casually smoking his cigarette, but Liam doesn't miss how his whole body is taut, ready to spring and tear off the head of Marcus the moment he makes a wrong move towards the precious cargo he is ordering to get out of his car.
His eyes are getting redder too, his wolf close to the surface, so that his scent blinds Liam for a moment, overpowering him, but still stands next to him, because if his friend's omega is in danger, he will do anything to make sure they both come out of it alive and unharmed, while the fucker who messed with them dies.
If there is anything left of him after Travis, of course.
But, Liam watches as it unfolds, day gets out of the car unharmed, but Travis is more stung up as he watches the omega who in turn watches the green Porsche speed away in forlorn.
He notices how Travis is holding himself back from walking over there to his mate, and Liam has to step away.
He himself knows what pain means when it comes to love, and Travis and Day have gone through their share of it. Now, watching the two, he feels bad for his friend, who also seems to be breaking a sweat as he smokes aggressively, the longer he looks at an oblivious Day.
…
Day doesn't want to be in class.
The last thing he needs is to be close to all these people, and their perfumes are overpowering him, too.
He feels irate, and he humiliation he just underwent in front of all those people... yeah, he wishes he were back at his apartment.
He still doesn't know if he should call it his home when now it's being dangled in front of him like a carrot to a donkey, willing it to walk.
Taking a seat in his usual spot, he lets the wind cool his clammy skin, already knowing he is going to sleep through the seminar. He hates how aware he gets when he remembers that it's also the seminar he shares with Travis.
He shouldn't remember that; he shouldn't even be concerned with that.
It still doesn't help that he fixes his bangs to hide his puffy eyes, pursing his lips a little.
He idly scrolls through his phone, waiting for the professor to get in and also to force his eyes not to wander in search of a certain someone.
Day feels him more than he sees him. Then, his scent announces that he is in class and approaching, and he has to bite his lip to not look up eagerly and look at the boy. But it's hard.
He looks even better than he remembers. Always looking like he just walked out of a boardroom and like he owns the damn university itself, plus two books and another small bag.
Travis is looking at him, his eyes smoldering and pinning him in place- nothing new there- and Day can only duck back to his phone, even as he senses him approaching him.
He expects Travis to pass and take his seat behind him, like he usually does, but he stops right beside him.
He doesn't ask, doesn't even pause, before he sits next to him, close to that Day can feel the heat radiating off his thigh, almost pressed to his.
Travis is staring at him, he always stares, never looks, as if waiting for Day to acknowledge him. he would, only he is having a bit of a problem. See, the whole morning Day has been in this depressive mode that he wasn't sure how he would ever get out of, and now?
Now all he wants is to snuggle closer to the boy who makes him want to run and hide, but also wishes for him to catch him too, and it's all confusing.
He doesn't understand why he suddenly wants that cologne he uses to be closer to him, why it seems to overpower all other irritating scents, which makes Day feel like preening.
He doesn't preen!