Dean stands near the bedroom door, and he watches the agonizing scene with a pale and worried face. He rubs his hands over his face, and he takes deep breaths to keep his own Alpha hormones under control."We can try to cool his skin down with some wet towels," Dean suggests from the shadows, and he looks toward the small bathroom. "The cold water might lower his core temperature, and it could soothe the burning sensation in his lower body.""Go get the towels right now," I order him, and I shift my weight to maintain my firm hold on Beau's upper half. "Bring the largest ones you can find, and soak them in ice water so we can drop his fever fast."Dean rushes into the bathroom without another word, and I can hear the sink faucet running on full blast. I look down at Beau again, and I realize the sudden separation from Dean makes his panic much worse.He feels empty and vulnerable, and his mind twists our protective actions into a terrifying rejection. He spent ten years fearing his ow
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