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Syverson had only given a stiff nod when Daisy all but asked for permission to dress. He could feel his chest tightening, the desperate need to get out of this cabin before he said or did the wrong thing. He moved over to his pile of clothes before dragging them back on. It was only the beginning of the day, Syverson knew there was plenty of work that he could tend to. Securing the main door of the house, Syverson felt uneasy as he left Daisy alone. Something that had gone so terribly wrong in the past but right now, Daisy didn't even want to speak to him. He couldn't say that he blamed her and what would he do if she never forgave him for what he had done?

The thoughts plagued his mind as he worked on making as many traps as he could set before noon. Syverson eventually went out into the woods to place them, carefully picking spots that he hoped the undead couldn't get to. It would be awful to come upon one of his traps that had successfully caught an animal, only to discover it eaten by one of the undead bastards.

Syverson's shoulders sagged as he made his way back to the cabin that he shared with Daisy. He paused by the front door, long enough to decide that Daisy was safe and still inside. That there was nothing that he needed to worry about. At least not for now. Syverson shook his head, ignoring the hunger pains that he felt. He could have paused to eat but there was work that needed to be done, more than he needed to dig into a can of beans. Besides, he had done more than a bit of gardening and setting traps on less food in the military. This was nothing out of the ordinary to him.

When Daisy opened the door, his head snapped up so that he could listen to her without looking in her direction. Already, Syverson could pick up on the way her scent had sweetened. He could practically taste her on his tongue. He exhaled as he set his tools down, leaning back on his heels so that he could force himself to look her in the eye. His brows pulled together slightly and for the briefest of moments, Syverson wondered if it was the right thing to do. But he had taken that choice away from them both when he had chosen to claim her yesterday.

Syverson pushed to his feet before closing the distance between them in several, short strides. "Are you sure?" His voice dipped as his head cocked to the side. He had tossed his shirt off to hang on the railing of the porch earlier in the day, his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. Already, Syverson found himself stepping through the doorway because he knew where this was going.

"Come, omega," he breathed, his heart stuttering when he noticed the necklace that hung from her neck. Oh.

Daisy watched him working diligently in the garden, dirt staining his skin and the trousers he wore. Sweat was glistening across his muscular chest and veins were running down his arms. Syverson looked exhausted and hungry, and if Daisy was in a right state of mind, she would've cared for him.

She hoped him seeing that she was wearing the necklace was answer enough and they didn't need to talk about it. Just yet, anyway. Whether she was claimed or not, they didn't know each other well enough and Daisy didn't want to go ripping off old Band-Aids for no good reason. Daisy had been feeling much more confident when she stepped onto the porch, but now that Syverson was backing her up into the house, his true scent overshadowing the oils that hung around her neck, she found her knees beginning to tremble.

They had already been so entangled in each other earlier that morning, regardless of if Daisy had wanted it or not, that now that she did want him, she didn't see the point in acting reserved. She listened to him when he called and stepped forward into his arms, hers wrapping around his waist. His skin was so hot and sticky, just as hers was, but still, it offered her some relief. "Will you come to the bed and hold me?" She whispered, her face hidden in his chest.

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Syverson's shoulders wrapped around Daisy's shoulders as he let out a small sigh, his fingers working their way through her hair. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head before he shook his head. "Let's get in the shower. Both need to cool off, hm? I'll still take good care of you, 'mega. Promise," he whispered, one of his hands sliding down her arm. His fingers laced through hers before he twisted around to lead the way toward the bathroom.

Pushing the bathroom door closed, Syverson locked the door after his fingers hesitated on it for a few seconds. A precaution that Syverson didn't want to take because he didn't want to alarm Daisy but it was one he would always take. Syverson turned to face Daisy fully, his fingers making quick work of her robe before he pushed the material from her shoulders.

"Starn the shower. Keep it cool, 'kay?" Syverson's voice dropped as he spoke, his fingers dropping to his waist. He tugged his belt free before shoving his pants down his thighs. "C'mon, 'mega," he murmured, helping Daisy into the stream of water. He let out a content sigh as the water ran over his skin. He may not have been in the middle of his rut but still, he could appreciate the chill of the water.

Daisy shivered before the cool water even touched her, instead shuddering from Syverson's touch urging her into the shower. There never had really been the option of choice, but now Daisy felt like there was no going back. He had already claimed her, sure, but she had just accepted him, she thought. Her breath caught in the back of her throat when she stepped under the stream, though she was thankful for the cold water against her burning skin. Daisy still felt tired, even though she had laid around in her nest all day, not even the water was enough to shock some energy into her.

Her eyes glanced up the wall, to the caddy that hung from the shower head. Plucking the bright yellow loofah from the rack, and some body wash, Daisy turned around to Syverson and began gently scrubbing the dirt from his biceps and his chest. Watching as the soap ran down his body in wavy little trails. Even if the water was helping her fever, it was doing little for the slick pooling between her thighs. Daisy worked the loofah in small circular motions down his body, her eyes following it's path. Telling herself she just couldn't wait, Daisy held his hips for support as she slipped to her knees in the shower.

Her hands ran down until they stopped behind his knees, her face inches from his cock that even seemed monstrous when it wasn't erect. Her hand wrapped around his shaft and she gave him a few pumps, feeling him throbbing in her hand. "I-Is this okay?" She murmured under her breath, though she moved her mouth to wrap around the tip of his cock before he answered.

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Of all the things that Syverson expected out of Daisy, it certainly hadn't been for her to pluck the loofah from the wall caddy and for her to begin washing the dirt and grime from his skin. It was such a simple action but it made Syverson purr, twisting in any way that Daisy urged him into so she could clean him properly. When his eyes fell to her again, Syverson's gaze had completely softened. There was no anger to be seen, nothing short of absolute adoration.

Syverson raised an eyebrow when Daisy lowered to her knees. He knew damn well what was coming and he could only groan as he tilted his head back, his fingers running through her hair. His fingers tightened into a fist but he didn't do much more than that, wanting to see for himself what Daisy was willing to do on her own. "S'okay, omega," he breathed as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. His lips twitched upward into a smirk as he nodded.

"Such a good omega, huh?" Syverson couldn't help when his hips jerked forward, pressing more of his length into her mouth. With her reaction the day before, Syverson had never expected her to be down on her knees in front of him, willingly taking his cock into her mouth. He propped his free hand against the wall, keeping himself in place.

3 Days Later

Daisy was nestled up in her nest, finally out of her heat. Though she we still nesting because she was still confused, upset, and didn't know how to accept everything that had happened over the course of her heat. Her fingers ran over her new bond mark, also messing with the chain of the necklace he had given her. Obviously over her heat all they had really done was fuck and not much of anything else. She still knew nothing about him other than her name.

She felt like she needed some air. Daisy slipped out of her nest and dressed in light clothing, just a pair of dark shorts and a thin t-shirt. She slipped out of her window right over her nest with ease, not wanting to alert Syverson by leaving out the front. She was sure she'd be back, but she knew he'd still try to stop her.

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The little cabin was quiet and dark on the inside as Daisy stepped up on the front porch. The little dangling lights she had strewn across the porch's ceiling was the only light she had. She had been gone for a whole day, having come dragging her feet home, realizing she didn't want to sleep somewhere out there. Her bag on her shoulder was filled with junk food she had scavenged from a pharmacy and a few movies she had taken. Blood was smeared across her clothes, but it wasnt her own.

She slowly pushed the front door open, wondering if Sy was asleep. She closed the door behind her and tiptoed through the dark home, to their bedroom. "Sy?"

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Syverson had left Daisy in her nest, already able to tell that her heat was coming to an end. He was relieved because he hoped that they would be able to work on the relationship that was growing between them. He had more or less given her no choice in the fact that there was a relationship but he didn't want it to be a prison for Daisy. He wanted to have what he'd had with Allison, with her. He smiled slightly at the thought as he tended to the garden, wanting to provide everything that Daisy could ever need.

With each day that passed, Syverson worked on planting more of his seeds. It was becoming more and more obvious to him that this was where they were going to remain for their life. Syverson had no doubts about his ability to protect them, his need to protect his omega was only strengthened by the loss that he had suffered.

Pushing to his feet, Syverson had gone in search of Daisy. He was sure that her heat was almost over but he wanted to make sure that she didn't need him. Except when he discovered that she was gone - just gone. The sense of dread that filled him was all too familiar, he knew damn well what could be the consequence of Daisy leaving. If she got hurt... Syverson didn't think he could get through losing another omega.

Syverson had launched out of the house, trying like hell to catch her scent. Out in the open, Syverson could pick up on bits and pieces but nothing that could lead him more than a few feet. He was completely turned around, trying to track her footsteps but that hadn't worked either. His shoulders sagged as he trudged back toward the cabin, feeling sick to his stomach. When he got back to the cabin, Syverson buried himself in the blankets on their bed. He wanted to reach for something from her nest but it felt wrong like he was violating her safe haven so instead, he'd settled in the pillow she had used.

His body tensed when he heard the front door open and shut, his eyes narrowing as he moved to stand from the bed. Her voice reached him and he couldn't decide if he wanted to laugh or cry - she had left him, was she going to do it again?

"Where were you?" Syverson's voice cut through the air, his eyes narrowed into thin slits. His hands had balled into tight fists, his anger more than evident as he stepped through the doorway. He looked completely disheveled, his hair a mess and his clothes wrinkled. Syverson hadn't bothered to move from the bed for the better part of the last day. "You could have gotten hurt!"

Daisy wasn't surprised by the reaction she was met with. She had been relieved though when she saw him step through the doorway before she could enter their room, regardless of the anger purely written across his face. Part of her did feel bad for just leaving without saying a word, but she knew if she had, there wouldn't have been a chance in hell he'd have let her go. She sighed, her green eyes glancing up to his. He looked like a mess, and she had only been gone for a day, though that justification didn't make her feel any better. "I'm sorry," Daisy started, raising her hands as her eyes dropped. She couldn't look at his face any longer, because she past the anger, she saw how much he had worried. "I couldn't tell you I wanted to go out because I knew you wouldn't let me." Her bag dropped from her shoulder, but she caught the strap in her hand as she moved over to the couch and sat it down.

"I just... wanted some time to myself." Daisy opened the bag and rummaged around inside. Besides the junk food and movies she had looted, she had also went by the pharmacy and found heat suppressants. It wouldn't be weird if she only had a heat every...three or four months. That was normal, not her normal, but Syverson didn't know that. Her biggest fear was bringing a pup into his world. How would they raise it? What if something happened to it...? "What happened was a lot and I wanted some time to process it," she was hoping he could understand that. That wasn't possible here, because everywhere around her smelled like him, and it fogged up her mind. Not to mention, taking out some of her anger on the undead was almost as good as a nice therapy session. "I am sorry though," she reiterated, pulling the six pack she had managed to find and a bag of jerky from her backpack. "But I found you gifts?" Daisy knew the beer in the fridge was gone and even though it was something as little as a snack, that wasn't every day anymore in this world.

Daisy quickly moved into the kitchen, wanting to put a bit of distance between them because she could almost feel the heat pouring off of his body from how angry he was. She opened the fridge and sat the six pack inside, hoping he would just calm down.

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The apology that Daisy gave fell on deaf ears. Syverson scoffed as he shook his head, taking another step forward. Each step that he took thundered through the cabin, betraying just how angry with Daisy he was. All he could think of was her and having to put Allison down like she was nothing more than a dog. Doing that had been an act of mercy and as much as Syverson understood that, it didn't lessen the pain in the least bit. "I don't care what you think you were doing. Leaving without telling me is dangerous! Do you have any idea what can happen out there?!" He bellowed as if he didn't already know about Daisy losing her alpha. Syverson was starting to shake, his anger more than evident as he glared at her.

"You can have all the fuckin' time in the world to yourself if you want it! But what I won't stand for is you going on some sort of suicide mission to clear your head!" Syverson felt panic rising in his chest and he could have laughed at himself if he was looking in on the situation. A year ago, Syverson would have never reacted this way. But that had been before he lost Allison and before the dead had risen. He shook his head, pointing angrily in her direction. "No more going off on little runs like this. If you want to go, you tell me. We make a plan so that you can be safe because going out like that is fucking reckless, Daisy!"

Syverson only softened the tiniest bit when Daisy produced the beer and beef jerky that she had picked up for him. It showed that she cared but still, what if something had happened to her? He would rather be without the snacks and beer if it meant still having Daisy around. Or it could have been the complete opposite... losing Daisy wasn't worth it, regardless of what he received in turn.

He still hadn't moved from his spot, breathing heavily as he glared at Daisy as she moved throughout the cabin. "Your life matters more than whatever you brought me. Don't you get that?" He asked, letting out a bitter laugh. "Because right now, I don't think you do. At all."

Daisy couldn't look at him again, the feeling of dread filling the empty pit on her stomach. With every word, his voice rose in volume, until he was all out screaming at her. Her hands trembled and she froze in the kitchen, "please stop yelling." Her voice was barely above a whisper, so quiet she was sure he couldn't hear her anyway. But her scent was souring, giving away just how anxious and fearful she was becoming. Frank had never once rose his voice to her, or came off so aggressive in all the years she had been claimed by him and now, she didn't know how to react.

She thought it was hilarious he seemed to care so much about her. Syverson barely knew her and she knew what it really was. He felt like a failure from losing his first omega and she was just a second chance, a replacement. Why else would he claim her without knowing anything about her? And then the necklace... It felt so obvious. Daisy wasn't about to taunt him, not wanting to antagonize him while he was already so upset.

"I didn't think it mattered. Was I not out there long enough you thought this place was abandoned? I know how to keep myself safe, but I'm sorry for just leaving." She also wasn't about to confess that there was a small chance she wasn't going to come back. Part of her wondered if she should've stayed away, because right now he was scaring her.

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