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“Jesus–!” George shrieks, jerking back frantically as he feels himself getting shaken awake by John. When he opens his eyes, letting his gaze adjust to the hotel room that was only lit by a lamp, he finds John, Ringo, and Paul all staring down at him with obvious worry. He had been having a nightmare, the details blurring in his mind.
A quick inhale makes his nose wrinkle. He can smell the scent of his own distress. A window had already been cracked, making it a bit chilly. He feels a bit guilty for waking the others. George still doesn’t have the best handle on his scent yet. He only presented as an omega a few months before they went on tour, unlike John who had presented before he even met George. Paul was an alpha. George had been around for Paulie’s presentation rut, and it had been a nightmare of biting and nuzzling for three days straight.
“Y’were having a nightmare, Georgie,” Ringo hums gently, and George feels his face flush when the beta settles into the bed beside him, dragging him into his arms. They swap scents, rubbing their cheeks together. John flops down right beside George, toying with the hem of his shirt, and Paul, not wanting to be on the outskirts of the group, lays right down on top of George.
“The whole place smells like fear,” John complains, snuggling in closer to George. It was a bit hard to breathe with his entire pack surrounding him. The scents were all overwhelming, and the tension from his nightmare still lingered. A quick nuzzle from Paul does away with that though, and he finds the comfort in being squished between all of them. It makes him feel precious.
“Go back to sleep, Hazza,” Paul mumbles, rubbing his nose along his collarbone before he tucks in to go back to sleep. He must’ve woken them all then, they seemed just as exhausted as he felt. “I’ll protect ye,” he coos,
“We’ll protect ye.” Ringo corrects, and George can’t help but smile. His eyes fall shut, mind floating off into exhaustion. He was safe.