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That Max became the new Packomega after Sebastian left the sport in 2022 was already known by everyone, even before the Omega knew it himself. And this meant, above all, that the Pack had to change. For Max himself, in particular, it was an adjustment. He just woke up one morning, snuggled close to Daniel, their legs intertwined, Daniel's arms wrapped tightly around the omega so Max couldn't move a foot from the alpha and their noses drawing in the scent of his mate that Max woke up to a wave of emotions washing over him. 

The blond haired man opened his eyes as the wave snapped him out of his dream with an unpleasant feeling, stress, fear and anxiety released in his body and he immediately sat up, snapping Daniel out of dreamland as well. His alpha also opened his eyes and grumbled slightly to himself as he briefly stroked his hands over the blankets to feel where his mate was before he also sat up sleepily and looked around in irritation. 

"What's wrong Maxy?" he asked in a raspy morning voice that under normal circumstances would have sent Max straight back to bed and ended in a round of morning sex. But these just weren't normal circumstances and so the blond haired young man just turned to Daniel and looked him in the eye, "I can feel the pack's feelings."

That sentence was enough to put Daniel on alert, clearly everyone who was in the drivers pack felt the feelings of the others up to a certain part. It was perfectly normal as a pack to reach such an emotional level that would banish them all together and also protect them all from harm or intruders who wanted to harm the pack. 

But Max had not had such an extreme depth of this emotional level until last night. And that worried him, as did all the bad feelings he sensed from one of his pack members. He still couldn't place them and that didn't make the situation any better. One of his pack members was probably in danger and he couldn't identify who it was.

"We need to let Seb and Lewis know Daniel. One of them is in distress."

"Maxy. We don't need to let them know anymore."

"Daniel, one of our pack members is in danger. Of course we have to. I don't know who it is, but one is stressed and uncomfortable."

When Daniel laughed and shook his head, wrapping his arms around the middle of his Omega, Max wanted to withdraw immediately. He didn't understand how his alpha could laugh they should let their two pack leaders know so they could take care of the problem.

"Max, I love you very much. But sometimes... It really makes me wonder how many brain cells you really have in your brain darling. Sebastian and Lewis won't be able to help us in this situation, we can only talk to them later and ask them for advice. Maxy darling. Those two are no longer packomega or packalpha. I've felt this change for a while and I wasn't surprised that you've become the new Packomega. And that means I am the new Packalpha. We're both responsible my darling now."

And how the scales fell from Max's eyes when Daniel told him all this. Now that he had brought it up, he only realised how he too had already noticed this transformation. 

July 2022
Daniel had proudly shown Max Sebastian's Instagram account and of course Max had followed the Packomega without a second thought. And soon he had also forgotten about the account. But nobody in the paddock had expected the next commotion when Seb announced, via that very Instagram account, that he would end his career after this season.

Max nearly dropped his breakfast from his spoon that morning when he saw the video. Daniel next to him had almost exactly the same reaction. Brad and Michael, with whom they always ate together, just looked at their two riders in confusion before one of the mechanics said loudly, "Sebastian's quitting?"

This sentence caused a commotion in the Redbull canteen. 

Max had never forgotten how Seb had come up to him back then and taken him in his arms. He had been very confused about it, but had still gladly accepted the hug from his Packomegas and snuggled up to the smaller Omega who had given him so much security and comfort all these years since Max had joined the pack. 

"You'll do a good job Max. Rely on Daniel and your own perception. You can't go wrong. Just listen to your gut and your heart."

The former Max had not understood what Sebastian was trying to tell him. The younger man had always done all that. So why shouldn't he continue doing it now? Sebastian had then simply acted strangely. He wanted his opinion on things concerning the pack and actively involved him in arguments between the members. 

A few months later and brought back to reality with Daniel's slap, the behaviour of the then packomega made more sense. Sebastian had deliberately taken him under his wing and shown him what his duties were as a Packomega to prepare him for what would await him once he became one himself. Had Sebastian always wanted Max to become the next Packomega? Wouldn't Charles have been a much better option than Max? After all, the other was only a few days younger than Max but much more like an Omega than the Dutchman would ever be.

Max was not a typical Omega like Seb or Charles. Hell, even Lando was better than Max. He was far too tall, thick legs and broad shoulders adorned his form. He didn't smell of a sweet Omega scent that was actually so typical of them and he was brash and cool to everyone. His moods affected him far too much and he could not build such beautiful nests as Charles. 

March 2023
So he didn't understand what the pack saw in him. Why should he be worthy to be the new Packomega to them all? The confusion must have been written all over his face because Daniel kissed her matingmark and ran a hand over his hip.

"Come on, let's see who needs your help darling."

The one who needed Max's help was none other than Lando who stood panicking in front of a closed hotel door, tears in his eyes and visible fear, sliding his key card over the scanner again and again, only to be rewarded with a chewing beep and a scanner lighting up red.

Max immediately rushed to him and wrapped the younger Omega, who had always been like his pup to him, in his arms.

"Shht Lando. Deep breaths in and out baby. With me together. Inhale...... and exhale..." the Packomega repeated this several times with the younger one in his arms. With each passing minute, Lando's smell calmed. More and more the sweet and delicate scent that was so typical of him came to the fore, pushing away the stress and panic filled bitter smell.

"What happened baby?"

Lando disengaged himself slightly to look at Max. "I was with Car-I mean, I was...I was..."

Max interrupted him gently, stroking his hair, "You were with Carlos and then?"

"I forgot I had to go to a meeting this morning and I was already late with showers and stuff and yeah and my card doesn't work and I keep getting late and my phone is dead and I don't know what number mine is just what hallway but none of the doors work and I..."

He burst into tears again. Max's heart contracted painfully and he tried to soothe Lando with soft sounds. He continued to stroke him through his hair, down to his back and up again while spreading his scent all over him to calm the visibly stressed Omega. 

"What's going on Lando baby?", Lewis deep morning voice sounded in the hallway and the Alpha appeared. Max just looked at Lewis and then back at Lando who, after looking at Max with a questioning look, held out his arms to Lewis. The Packalpha complied with the youngest's request and took him into his arms where the Omega began to sob again and told the whole story again.

Definitely Lewis and Max would talk to Carlos. Even though the Alpha couldn't help it, but normally one accompanied an Omega, or rather one's Omega with whom one had been matched for well over a year, to his room. Max wondered why the two of them didn't have a room together either and decided to knock on Zak's and Fred's door later on. Never again should his pup have such stress. The whole thing could have been wonderfully avoided. It made anger rise in him.

"Lando. Your room is on floor 10, room 554. You are one floor too high." Max had already forgotten that Daniel had accompanied them and he looked gratefully at his mate who had called the administration and asked for the important information. 

"Come on, let's get you to your room Pup," Lewis murmured tenderly and with a nod Lando followed him before turning back to Max after a few steps and giving him a hug.

"Do you want me to come with you Pup?"

"No. I'll be fine. I've got Lewis with me. Thanks for hearing me Momma...."

When Lando and Lewis had disappeared Daniel put his arms around Max from behind and kissed his neck. 

"Momma huh? You're going to be one hell of a packomega Maxy. If that wasn't proof enough just now, I don't know what is. I'm proud of you."

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Oscar entered one of Mercedes' many meeting rooms with Logan and Liam. The Omega, Alpha and Beta had all received a message from their teammate that brought them to Mercedes' meeting room. Why exactly the three of them were supposed to meet here, none of them knew exactly. 

As they entered the plain and somewhat bare and cool room they were greeted by Lando Alex and George. George had plugged in his laptop and on the white wall Oscar could make out the heading of a presentation. Lando and Alex sat on the right side of the table, opposite the door and waved to the three rookies as they entered.

"There you are at last. We really need to work on your punctuality," George complained with a laugh. The omega teased the three rookies. 

"Where's Yuki?" asked Liam in surprise, sitting down next to Oscar on one of the empty chairs.

Alex looked to him and the Thai Beta just smiled "Yuki doesn't do that kind of thing here."

"Don't do that kind of thing here?" asked Logan now only more confused and who had sat down on Oscar's other free side and put his mobile phone on the table in front of him before leaning back relaxed in his chair.

"Giving a briefing. Actually, Pack Omega and Pack Alpha do this together, but since the three of us are in this Pack, we have taken over the task. Seb has honourably entrusted it to us and we take it very seriously. Since then we have trained all the rookies in this pack etc," Lando said proudly. The British Omega literally beamed with pride and nodded contentedly to himself.

"You'll get an introduction to our pack today. The driver pack that is. We will explain to you what you need to know, what you are allowed to do, what is forbidden, etc. All that. All that sort of thing. Who you have to watch out for and who can always be a contact person for you, no matter when and where. All that sort of thing. Pack politics to be precise." George had finished preparing the presentation and now asked for the attention of the people present by clearing his throat.

"So welcome to your introduction to the Driver Pack. If you have any questions please ask, otherwise enjoy the presentation and pay close attention," the taller Omega began with a smile and with a click they moved to the next slide of the PowerPoint presentation. 

On the screen, the writing stretched out: Mates

"The first mate pair we want to show you is what many have probably known from the beginning. And that is Sebastian and Lewis. Or Sewis. Depending on what you want to say about it. Sebastian was our last Pack Omega, after he quit Formula 1 this title passed to another Omega. Lewis, as you already know, is our Pack Alpha. The two of them have been mates since 2013. They are a cornerstone that is essential. Bedrock as they say. They are what has kept us all together here over the last few years. Since 2015, they have been Pack Omega and Pack Alpha of this pack. With them, many rules and laws were introduced that affect us as a pack. They take care of our safety, privacy, but also that of the press and the FIA. Whereby we put drivers in the first place. They have fought for many things. Rights, spaces for us etc. That's why it still burdens some of the pack that Sebastian quit last season. But he comes to see us regularly, or we come to see him, and he keeps in touch with all of us all the time. Still, he's very much missed."

"If you ever need anything. Seb knows everything. He literally has a mother's instinct. He has 'adopted' almost all of the current pack, we three are one of his few pack pups that he has taken to his heart. He would have done the same with you guys. I'm sure he would," Alex assured him and Lando laughingly agreed, "He would have and then you would have been showered with blankets, cuddles and love."

"Oh yeah. Especially as an Omega. Seb was the very first Omega in Formula One and every new Omega, whether public or hidden, were given special care and protection by him and Lewis. They really are like the parents some never had. They've been through a lot together, been through a lot together and have had their share of arguments. But despite this, they have always found their way back together and this strengthens their and the pack's bond. A stable leader couple creates a stability, that's unbelievable. Now we have that too, but our two leaders still have to grow together and that doesn't happen overnight," George explained before continuing.

"Let's move on to our Pack Omega and his Alpha next."

Several pictures of Max and Daniel appeared on the screen. They showed the two of them individually and together. In tender and funny moments, secretly recorded ones and public ones where they smiled at the camera.

"You know Max is our new Pack Omega. Seb took him under his wing last year and taught him what it means to be a good Pack Omega."

Lando interrupted George: "Yes, Lewis and Max as leaders might seem strange at first glance and it is. The two of them hate and love each other. Like toddlers sometimes." the youngest of the three older drivers complained rolling his eyes. "You think those two are over 2021 but you think wrong. It's getting better but sometimes they're like children."

Alex nodded in agreement, "They work great together. They would do anything for this pack and take on whatever burden they can. But interpersonally, sometimes 2021 still stands between them and blocks them in their work. This happens in phases. Like a trauma that is triggered by triggers. It's not pleasant for the pack, but they also get along again."

"Let's come back to Max and Daniel. They are just Maxiel to many. The two met in 2017 and have been inseparable ever since. However, they only mated when Max turned 18 and therefore mating was legal in all the countries we travel to. They probably would have matched earlier, they are, just like Lewis and Seb, soulmates. Bonded since birth and meant for each other. But they both waited and have also been happily married since 2021. Daniel proposed to Max in Abu Dhabi. I'm sure you saw that when he got down on one knee in front of him etc."

"Yeah totally romantic... Ugh," Lando muttered, his face contorting in disgust.

"Well, anyway, they are very happy together. They really needed each other. Daniel has helped Max, taught him a lot of things and taken him out of his thinking. And Max balances Daniel out perfectly in all aspects. Last year only brought them closer together and Daniel being at Redbull or AlphaTauri now is the best thing that could have happened to them."

"Why didn't Daniel become the Packalpha? Isn't it that the pack chooses the pack omega and if that one doesn't have a mate, that an alpha is chosen? But since Max has Daniel as mate, shouldn't he be leader?" asked Oscar thoughtfully.

"Daniel turned down the position and gave it to Lewis. Omegas can't go against the pack's decision. Alphas, however, can, simply because they are not as 'important' in the Pack's eyes. The cornerstone is the omega. Everything rises and falls with him," Alex explained calmly.

George clicked the presentation on when there were no more questions and the wall was enriched by Pierre and Charles.

"Charles and Pierre are next. They have been mates since 2019 and go by the name of Piarles. As well as Maxiel and Sewis a classic in the pack. They both have very good lawyers just like Max so I would watch out. Have been friends since childhood and 2019 was the last kick they needed to get together and mate. Antoine Hubert always told them they were mates and they listened to him. Sadly, he is no longer consecrating among us. Antoine was a wonderful alpha. But let's get back to the two of them. The two are more secretive about their love for each other. Most of the time, they only show that they are mates in the pack room or in places where there are no cameras."

"At one point, a photo of the two of them circulated through the internet where they are obviously closer together. It was actually an unproblematic photo. We and the media know that the two of them are mates, but they sued for everything they could get their hands on. Or rather Pierre led it all. He is very protective and saw the whole thing as a direct attack on his mate," Alex had lowered his mobile phone again while telling the rookies. There was a very clear warning in his words. No funny business or Pierre would be breathing down their necks until they were lying on the floor crying.

Lando interrupted Alex: "They are a real power couple. Model faces, model bodies, they're well-liked and VIPS everywhere they go. You could really get jealous."
But the beauty of it? You always have a great time with these two. Charles is always up for cuddling and nesting. One is building a nest? Charles is in. Even though he has very expensive taste, he builds some of the best nests."

"Now you're exaggerating George. Well I think Max builds better nests than Charles. Besides, Charles is not as nice to cuddle with as Max," Lando interjected sulkily with a shake of his head.

Now the other two began to laugh: "You have no say Lando. You're Max Pup. Of course you're going to love being with him and Daniel. You're influenced!"
"That's not true at all! You guys are stupid. Do you see how I'm being bullied?"

Now the three rookies had to laugh slightly at the spectacle in front of them, drawing Lando's attention to himself, who was now pouting even more and folding his arms in front of his body.

"You're all mean."

"Who's mean Lando?"

All heads shot to the door where Max and Lewis stood. The omega opened his arms to Lando who immediately jumped up and snuggled into the packomega's arms while purring softly and spreading his scent on Max who did the same to the younger omega in his arms.

"Lewis! We're explaining our pack to the rookies right now. Did you bring the contracts that were missing?"

Lewis smiled nodding and stepped past Max and Lando to hand George the papers. He glanced at the wall and his smile widened "Here Georgie. You three are doing great again. You're still relatively at the beginning huh?" 

"We are. We still have a little way to go. You're welcome to stay if you want to?"

"I wouldn't say no to that. Max? Do you want to be here for this?"

Lewis' question disengaged the two Omegas and Max just nodded before Lando pulled him next to him and pushed their two chairs together to have as much contact as possible with his Packomega. 

Lewis made himself comfortable next to Alex and George moved on to the next couple. Now the room was bathed in papaya and red as Lando and Carlos appeared on the screen. Lando hid his face in Max's shoulder, grumbling. His red ears gave the appearance that he was now embarrassed to hear how he and Carlos had come together. Max stroked Lando's brown curls to reassure him as he sat calmly and quietly. Almost too relaxed in Oscar's opinion.

"Lando do you want to tell us how you got together?"

"Stop teasing me George. You're being mean!"

"Lando and Carlos were so blind. Really. They've only been mates for almost 2 years but let me tell you. It was so exhausting. Lando only talked about Carlos and Carlos only talked about Lando.  Annoying. So I locked them in a room together and they've finally been together ever since."

Everyone stared in shock at Max who, in his own way, just blurted it out. Dry and neutral. Now loud laughter broke out in the room. Lando had only turned redder and slapped Max lightly against his shoulder. Alex wiped tears from his eyes while George propped himself up on the desk with both hands while his body was shaken by the laughter. Liam and Logan were half lying on the table and Oscar couldn't help smirking either while Lewis put a hand over his mouth to hide his laughter.

"Max you are so embarrassing....", Lando pouted awkwardly.

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Qatar was pure hell.  When all the cars finally came to a halt, the full extent of the situation became apparent. To say that Max was angry would have been an understatement. Max's senses were completely jumbled. From every direction he perceived the emotions and feelings of his pack and it overwhelmed him to the bone. The adrenaline coursing through his body prevented him from feeling exhausted. The worries about all his pack members were greater than those about himself.

GP had informed him in his cool down lap that Logan had voluntarily parked the car and that the first drivers who had already entered the pit lanes had had severe problems getting out of the cars. 

It only made more anger rise in him when he thought about how much his pack had suffered. And why wasn't Daniel with him? Why couldn't they meet again until Tuesday in England where the Alpha would be waiting for him?

Max left his car and briskly went through all the important steps, from the weigh-in to the interview. In the cool-down room he spotted Oscar lying like a starfish on the cold floor. The rookie was as white as a sheet and, like Lando and Max, completely sweaty and at the end of his tether.

Just grateful that there were no cameras, the blond Omega lowered himself to the floor next to Oscar. There he placed a cold towel on the youngest in the room's forehead after brushing a few strands of hair from his face. 

Lando staggered into the room, seeking only contact with his Packomega. With a loud oof, Lando collided with Max's chest, knocking the blond to the floor where they remained.

"You guys need to drink something. You're dehydrated. Did you drink anything during the race?"

Oscar nodded only slightly with his eyes closed before he began to drink from his bottle. His fingers were shaking so badly that Max held Oscar's bottle with one hand and stroked Lando's sweaty curls with the other to calm him further.

Softly, Max began to purr. Soothing sounds that filled the otherwise silent room and let all the tension escape from the two bodies around them. 

The pleasant silence was disturbed by an FIA official who entered the room and just tapped his watch annoyedly and "asked" them with sharp words to finally finish, because the podium should take place and he himself did not want to be here any longer.

This unfriendliness only caused more frustration to rise in Max and the omega hissed sharply and showed his pointed teeth to the alpha in front of him. His two pups needed to be close to their momma and no one would disturb their peace. But before he could say anything more, Lando picked himself up, disengaged himself from Max's arms, who would have taken even longer just because of the Alpha's unfriendliness, and whimpered slightly for Oscar who also rose. 

Max had to watch the two Mclaren Omegas make their way to the podium and so the Packomega followed them. 

Was Lewis looking after the others? This question suddenly popped into Max's head as he stood on the top step and looked down into the crowds that were not as big as at other races. His gaze slid up to the sky that shone darkly down on him, lit with bright stars.

The podium itself flew by. Max's senses were still running riot. His head was pounding and everything was just too much. The Omega didn't notice much, he was functioning far too much as if on autopilot. He was by now so familiar with the procedure that occurred at the podiums that his body simply followed what he had been doing almost weekly for years.

Smile nicely, say thank you, smile nicely again, take off his cap, stare into the crowd, put the cap back on, smile and then hand out some of the bubbly sugar water. Posing for the photo and then packing up and disappearing into the safety of the motorhome. 

Again his body did not disappoint him and his senses returned as a distraught Carlos ran to him.

"Max! Charles is unconscious! He just keeled over. He's on his way to the medical centre. Can you go to him? I need to check on Lando!"

"I will Carlos. Thanks a lot and take good care of him!"

The panic that had suddenly taken hold of him only intensified as he stepped into the medical centre and was almost struck dead. There were team members from almost all the teams everywhere, doctors and nurses rushing around with all kinds of medical tools. In all this chaos of colours, sounds and smells, he caught sight of a very stressed-looking Lewis. 

Max had of course not forgotten that the Alpha's race was over after the first corner, but the sight and the thoroughly miserable smell of the Packalpha, Max could only grab one of the alpha's hands and squeeze it lightly to draw attention to himself.

"Lewis. What's going on?"

The Alpha looked up at him and ran a stressed hand through his hair.

"It's a disaster Max. Logan fainted. Charles just walked in. Unconscious. Esteban already threw up in his helmet on lap 17. For 2 whole laps. Alex and Lance had such severe problems getting out of their cars. Pierre feels weak and is here for caution. George was here for 20 minutes but has now left and is with his interviews. So many drivers are having problems with the heat. Almost all of them are dehydrated Max. It's a disaster."

For Lewis to lose his composure so badly, a lot had to happen. It was clear this whole situation was just overwhelming the older Alpha immensely. So Max did the only thing he could think of right now and that was to calm an Alpha down. He gently took Lewis in his arms and started purring and gently spreading his scent on the Alpha to calm him down. Cuddling with a Packomega proved to be a great way to relax and just let go. And this therapeutic effect was just seeping into Lewis' body. 

Probably the older alpha missed his mate in such moments. Sebastian would act so much better in these situations than Max ever could. The young omega had made so many mistakes since becoming the Packomega. And all the while he didn't understand how the pack could still support him and continue to choose him as Omega. What made him worthy to continue being the Packomega? He would love to throw himself into Sebastian's arms and never come crawling out of them again, but that was no longer an option. Sebastian wasn't here. At least not right now and not in physical form for a long time. 

Max had to pull himself together. This wasn't about him and his feelings of inferiority now. His pack needed his help. 

The doors of the medical centre opened and Lando was taken into the foyer followed by Carlos, Michael supporting Yuki. 

A female doctor immediately accepted the two newcomers, but Yuki hissing and growling resisted the nurse who wanted to put him on one of the free couches.
"No I don't want this! Let go of me!"

Yuki's angry voice made Max ignore his desire to see Lando. It was clear that Michael would need his help more right now than Carlos depositing a semi-conscious Lando on a couch. 

"Yuki. You are not well. I want you to be examined. You've just been unconscious for 20 seconds. You drank next to nothing during the race. Please."
Michael had patience like an angel. But that just happened when you worked with Daniel for so long. At least that's what Max suspected. 

"Yuki. What's wrong Pup?"

Immediately Yuki's gaze was on Max and the little gremlin, as Max affectionately called him, reached out his arms to Max. 

"Michael dragged me here just because I had a quick lie down momma!", Yuki indignantly made a statement at which Michael shook his head with a heavy sigh, probably praying to some Australian gods to put him out of his misery.

"Yuki. You weren't asleep. You passed out because you're dehydrated. You have all the signs," Michael tried again, but Yuki would not be swayed and now began to pull his arms away from the doctor who was desperately trying to take the Omega's blood pressure.

"Yuki," Max's calm but clear and cold voice brought the Omega to a halt and silence.  "You get a proper check-up now. Some drivers suffer from dehydration and complain. Michael, like me, wants only the best for you. Now someone else is looking after you. But imagine you're alone and you pass out and there's no one there to catch you or help you. We don't want that, do we? So let them help you. This is an order, you understand me?"

Yuki closed his mouth which he had only opened again to protest and looked only at his two hands resting in his lap. "Do you understand me?", Max asked again with more emphasis and Yuki just nodded slightly.

"Words little gremlin."

"Yes, I understand. And I'm not a gremlin! You're so mean, Max!" Yuki grumbled before demonstratively turning away from his packomega and holding out his arm to the rather grateful beta doctor. She looked gratefully at Max who smiled at her once more and then moved away from the scene. From here, Michael would have little Omega under control. 

Max could continue his rounds through the rooms. The smell of vomit and several voices led him to Esteban Ocon's room. A Beta approached Max with a bowl full of stinking vomit. His performance coach sat by his driver, trying to hide his disgusted expression. Obviously he couldn't cope with the acrid, sour smell that was in the room. 

Max knocked on the door frame to announce himself before entering after a nod from the big beta on the bed. "You can go ahead Tom. I'll keep an eye on him."
The dark-haired Beta looked at Max and then at Esteban, who looked only briefly at Max and then nodded, "I won't die yet. You can go ahead and pack up our things?"

"I'll do that. You two won't kill each other either?"

Now both drivers rolled their eyes which made them both smile.

"We won't kill each other, all right. Besides, Esteban couldn't even hurt a fly in this condition," Max commented and then swapped places with the coach at Esteban's side.

When the Beta had disappeared from the room, Max started to mother the Beta on the bed. Worried, Max built a small nest around the Frenchman. With the few blankets and pillows he could still find in the room, he had at least been able to build a small barrier to give Esteban at least a little more comfort while the Beta visibly no longer cared about being strong in front of his coach. 

He had sunk deeper into the pillows and with trembling fingers pulled one of the blankets tighter around him while the chills moved over his body. The exhaustion and vomiting had taken their toll on his body. The heat with the dehydration had not helped Esteban and Max pushed the chair closer to the bed to slide his hand through the Beta's brown hair. 

Max didn't understand why everyone outside the paddock thought they hated each other. Yes, they had their arguments and their friction, but they had grown closer together and Max loved to cuddle with the huge Beta when Daniel wasn't around. Esteban had the build of an Alpha, but was still a Beta through and through. He smelled of crêpes and chocolate and Max could literally drown himself in the smell. 

Now he smelled like burnt crêpes. The pungent smell of the Frenchman coupled with that of vomit were not pleasant. Max Packomega's heart ached. He wanted to climb into the small bed and physically assist Esteban. But the risk of Esteban throwing up again and the two of them not being able to get away from each other fast enough was just too great. Even if the blond Omega could take a lot, he didn't want to be covered in vomit.

As if on cue, Esteban began to retch and Max quickly slid one of the bowls under his chin before the French Beta emptied the contents of his stomach, which consisted only of stomach acid and some of the water he had drunk. 

With one hand Max held the bowl and with the other he stroked the broad back on whose sticky skin Esteban's shirt hung.   

"Let it all out. You're doing so good Este."

When the retching finally subsided, Max was able to press the button next to the bed that would send an orderly to them. A short time later, the same nurse who had walked past Max earlier entered the room. He removed the bowl and left a few more next to the bed on the small table before leaving the room.

"Soon the medication should take effect and then you will be better. Here, let me help you," Max reached for a cloth and wiped the remains of the stomach acid and water from the lips and corners of the mouth of the still trembling Beta before giving him some water to rinse.

As Esteban's body calmed down from the medication and after almost 30 minutes of beta not throwing up, Max decided to cuddle up next to Esteban and provide comfort and closeness until Tom rejoined them.

Once Esteban was safely in the car that would take him immediately to the hotel, Max could start looking for the next members of his pack. When he found Alex and Lance in a room after a few minutes, he let out a sigh of relief. The two were sitting upright in their beds. They still looked a little battered and pale, but they were talking and conscious. 

"Max!"

Alex beckoned to him from his bed. Max raised an eyebrow questioningly. Did they need his closeness or something else? When they both shook their heads in denial, Max wandered on. Past the room of Charles and Pierre who lay snuggled up in a nest that could only have come from Charles. The Packomega would recognise this special folding technique of the edges and borders anywhere. 

Logan had Oscar with him. The two rookies had closed the door to Logan's room and obviously didn't want to be disturbed, which Max respected. Nevertheless, he sent a message to the two to inquire about their well-being.

His senses drew him to Lando and Carlos. Carlos was mothering Lando along with Jon. The three of them didn't even notice that Max had been standing at their door for almost 10 minutes, watching them while Lando struggled against Carlos and his miracle medicine that only made Jon laugh.

More than a few hours had now passed. Lewis and Max sat in the foyer of the medical centre. Food, drinks and their bags in front of them. Brad had gotten them everything they needed while Max had taken care of the other drivers and Lewis had taken care of the FIA.

And so it was no surprise to either Lewis or Brad that Max's body, similarly stressed as the others, hit rock bottom and the Omega slumped into Brad's arms as the Omega's senses finally gave way and he could take care of himself after a more than exhausting weekend in the Qatar desert.

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Australia was a very popular track for the racers, but everything else around it, such as the animal kingdom, was not welcomed by everyone. Too often, animals like spiders or even snakes crept into the paddock or the drivers' hotels and caused trouble. 

But after the already chaotic race all the drivers had been through, several conversations in which Max and Lewis had more or less put down the FIA for their decisions, as well as the visits to the hospital and all the post-race briefings, each of the 20 men was very much looking forward to getting the desired closeness and the resulting comfort in the pack room of the pack. 

The race was heavy on everyone's bones. Some had already made themselves comfortable with their mates or in cuddle piles with several people. The silence was only disturbed by a loud cry from Charles.

"Ahhhh!!! Ewwwww!!! "

Everyone present immediately turned to the Omega who had been in a nest with Lando and George and Oscar earlier. The four had been talking quietly to each other while snuggled close. 

After Charles, who had left the nest in a hurry, Lando cried out. He jumped up, kicked George in the ribs in his attempt to leave the nest as quickly as possible and got his foot caught in one of the blankets that was wrapped around his leg when he got up so quickly. 

The Omega landed on the floor with a loud noise. Immediately Carlos was at his mate's side and freed him from the blanket before Lando threw himself at him. His fingers clawed painfully at Carlos' shoulders as he looked at him with huge eyes full of panic and then waved wildly to point at the destroyed nest that George and Oscar had now also left. 

"What's there Lando love?"

"Carlos! There was a spider! A fat, black, disgusting spider! It crawled all over my leg and then all over Charles and now it's gone!"

Carlos stroked Lando's back reassuringly and led his Omega further away from the nest.

"Oh mi amor. Todo va bien."

Lando just sobbed out at Carlos' gentle words and the reassuring gesture the Alpha performed.

With the commotion created, it wasn't long before Max and Daniel entered the pack room and the Packomega looked anxiously at his pack.

"What happened?!"

Pierre, who had Charles on his lap and was stroking his mate's brown hair reassuringly answered Max with a puckered expression, "Charles, Lando, Oscar and George were nesting and were disturbed by a spider. She's still in the nest somewhere. She gave the four of them a good scare."

Inside, Max was seething a little. He and Daniel had been involved in some hot foreplay when panic had swept through Pack Bond. That they had been snatched from the moment was also noticed by the pack. Their lips were swollen and kissed sore, they were both wearing each other's shirts, their hair was sticking up wildly in all directions and Max couldn't hide the new hickeys and bite marks on his neck.

Max just gave a sigh of relief and in a few steps he had arrived at the nest, or rather the remains that used to be the nest. And with a calm that no one in the room would have after this situation except a Packomega who was a regular in Australia with Daniel Ricciardo and knew the animal kingdom there almost as well as he did in the Netherlands or Belgium, Max now began to take each blanket and pillow in his hand and shake it out before putting it aside and grabbing the next piece of cloth he could get his hands on. 

Daniel, much like the rest of the pack, just watched the omega do this. And when he had almost reached the middle of the nest he spotted the spider on one of the blankets. 

"Daniel your shoe please."

Without argument Daniel gave his mate his shoe and with a loud crack Max declared the spider dead.

"It's dead. I take it this is all to be washed?"

The question was obviously directed at the Omegas that had been in the nest earlier and George nodded slightly, "Yes please. I can take care of it. Really."

Max spun around with the blanket the spider corpse had on him in his hand and just shook his head, "It's fine Georgie. Lewis will take care of it. Is there anything else? I've been busy."

The members of the pack present shook their heads with knowing grins. The only one who couldn't help a quip was, and who else would it be, Lando who twitched his eyebrows suggestively and would immediately regret the next sentence he said.

"Indulge yourself momma. Get that Di-ahhhhh!"

The blanket with the spider that Max had folded up landed in Lando's face purely by accident with the full force of the packomegas, making everyone but Lando laugh.

Since Max was announced as the new Packomega in the paddock, his behaviour has been analysed in the media. From small things to bigger things. Max was neither ashamed of these things nor did he keep them secret. His pride was far too great for that. Let people talk about him. But he would never hide his role or play it down just to please some people on the internet. He was not popular in the media anyway, often the bad guy no matter what he did. Blamed and downplayed in everything he did. Somewhere in China a car had exploded? Max and Red Bull were to blame. A driver had flouted a rule? Abu Dhabi 2021, Cost cap 2022 and the RB19 were mentioned. 

Max was above all these statements and comments, but sometimes it really annoyed the blond man. He was reduced to scandals and problems for which he could do nothing and why was everything always his fault?

It was raining in Spa as usual. Why shouldn't it rain in Spa? The sky was dark and grey. Gloomy and dreary.  Sky took the opportunity of the Red Flag to talk about the drivers and what was happening during the break. The session had been interrupted by the heavy rain and would not start again any time soon, which is why the riders were seen outside their garages. 

"And here we see Max Verstappen ladies and gentlemen. He seems to be on a very important mission it seems to us."

"Determined as ever. As we've come to know him, it's through the garages of the other drivers."

"The advantages of the Packomegas are quite interesting. It doesn't seem to bother anyone that he's in their garages while everything is there."

"The FIA and teams wouldn't dare lift their fingers against a Packomega. They tried it once with Sebastian Vettel and paid dearly for it."

"Yes that's true. But nonetheless. He's on a mission."

"And that mission is to distribute clothes. I guess someone thinks the other drivers aren't dressed properly."

Max did indeed have several items in his arms. The blond omega entered the Ferrari garage and was immediately spotted by Carlos and Charles who were cuddled together in a corner in a nest, playing chess on their mobile phones against each other. 

"Max, what's up?" asked Carlos in confusion as his gaze fell on the clothes in Max's arms, which the Omega now dropped into the nest and then began to search for something.

"You need to dress warmer. It is cold and you have no blankets here to keep you warm. And no, your suits and those ugly jackets won't do. Don't you have a heated room like I have at Red Bull where you can be during breaks like this? Why do you have to stay here in this cold garage?"

The two Ferrari drivers looked at each other and then back at Max. Their Packomega was right. Why didn't they have something like that? Especially Charles, as Omega, was entitled to such a space.

The silence of the two was answer enough for Max who handed them both a thick jumper and a blanket. 

"Put them on," he ordered the two and pushed the jumpers closer to them. They were Max's own. They smelled of the Packomega and Daniel. The blue hoodies were lined on the inside and began to warm as soon as the two riders had put them on. Max didn't miss the opportunity to wrap the two blankets around them and then send evil glances in Fred's direction.

His next stop was at Mclaren. Simply out of hatred for Zak, Max always liked to show up there especially and had the Mclaren CEO pay extra money so that Lando and Oscar had the best of the best. 

"Zak Brown's look was divine. I wonder if it was pure fear. Max is known to criticise a lot at Mclaren, after all."

"An act of revenge for the last two years? Zak has been allowed to dig deep into his pockets since Max became the Packomega. Almost every race weekend Mclaren has something new for its drivers."

"Zak is not as excited about it as the rest of the team bosses. They find it very amusing and funny. Toto and Christian, after all, laugh particularly hard at it and enjoy the suffering of a common enemy."

"Ohh look. Zak is looking to talk directly to Max."

The camera immediately switched to one that could show Zak walking up to Max who was standing by Lando and Oscar putting a thick scarf and jumper on the two of them. 

"Max."

"Zak."

Without looking at the older Alpha, Max continued putting on the two Mclaren Omegas. That he was not well disposed towards Zak was clear to all concerned. It wasn't hate, but rather dislike. No one could blame him either. 

"Your team clothes are inadequate for such temperatures and such weather conditions. Do you want them to get sick?"

"Max. Lando and Oscar-"

"Freezing yes, well spotted. I expect better clothes for them and the whole team. It's nice that you don't freeze with your body mass, but the rest do."

A quiet "ohhhh", murmured through the garage and probably someone in the background would have just had to say "KO" and then everyone would have laughed. Zak seemed a little speechless and couldn't say anything in response to the blond's words. Again and again he opened his mouth and then closed it again, embarrassed.

Lando drew attention to himself by cuddling up to Max and nodded: "That's right. Without Max, Oscar and I would have frozen to death Zak."

The two Sky reporters laughed: "Lando is a little devil. But you just have to take advantage of it when you're the Pack omega's favourite."

"Max doesn't just leave things like that either as we can see. I'm sure Mclaren will be delighted that they'll be able to present new clothes soon."

"I wonder if they'll even design some that's best for Alaskan weather."

"Max rambles on. Apparently Alpine, Haas, Alfa Romeo, Williams, Alpha Tauri and Aston Martin suit his needs."

"Mercedes is the next stop it seems to me."

Max ran into the Mercedes garage and immediately went in search of Lewis and George. When he found them and they had spent a few minutes snuggling up to each other to spread their scents on each other he wandered over to Mick and Toto. Mick had a jacket put on him and was pulled into a typical Max hug where the Packomega looked him up and down and seemed to be questioning him before breaking away and then turning to Toto who just opened his arms and took Max in them as the Omega put a blanket over the team leader's shoulders.

"You have to remember dear spectators that Toto Wolf and Christian Horner are mates and Max has a different bond with Toto again than you would suspect."

"That's right. Max and Toto have always been very friendly with each other, and we can assume that the two have been in the same nest together more often than you would think."

The last stop on Max's tour of garages was obviously his own. GP found himself under a new hoodie and wearing a scarf, Christian had another jacket forced on him by Max, Adrien accepted the jacket gratefully but just left it over his lap and after everyone was taken care of at the pit wall , that's when the cameras caught Max, as he fell into the arms of his alpha who now wrapped him in a blanket and stood protectively in front of him to hide him from all the cameras as Max's arms wrapped around his middle and the Omega's face buried itself in Daniel's shoulder to breathe in the scent of his mate.

Max lay with Daniel in their nest in the packing room. The omega had made a place for himself in a corner. There he lay protected and safe. Max always built his nests in the corners of rooms.

It calmed him and his inner omega a lot when he had the wall with him and Daniel at his back when he wasn't facing the alpha and cuddling up to him. 
Daniel, through his broad, typical alpha chest and his training in Formula 1 was the perfect barrier on the free side. And the pack knew that when Daniel was lying with his back to them and Max was on the other side, they both wanted to be undisturbed. But most of all, Max then just needed time just for himself and Daniel and the alpha trusted that the others present would protect them when they lay there cuddled up like that.

But of course, even in these situations, they were disturbed more than once by the pack. 

"Max?"

"George," Daniel's voice was cool and there was a slight growl in his throat. A warning to leave him and his mate alone.

But the British omega seemed to simply ignore the alpha's warning. He knew if Daniel did him serious harm, then Daniel would have fucked Max.

The urgency in George's voice only made Max sigh and he sat up to look at the younger Omega. 

"What's wrong George?"

"I need your superpower. I can't find my Air pods or my passport. I looked all over here, and I definitely had both with me today because I needed them. And now I've misplaced it and well..." he ran his hand through his hair sheepishly before looking up at Max with huge puppy eyes and seeming to beg him.

"I'll come help you look. Give me five minutes ok."

"Thanks Max. I love you mum."

"I love you too Georgie..."

"I swear I didn't put the whole folder away. It was here 10 minutes ago. I can't believe it."

"What's wrong GP?"

The older Beta looked up. He was currently kneeling on the floor in front of his rack of folders and had one of the many thick folders in his hand while he was about to pull another one off the shelf with the other.

Max was leaning against the door to GP's office. An amused smile on his lips. He had never seen his racing engineer so disorganised and almost desperate. 

"I've misplaced a folder. But I put it on my desk and it's not there anymore as you can see."

Annoyed, GP heaved a sigh and shoved both folders back into the cupboard.

Max had to stifle a laugh. But he made no effort to help his racing engineer in any way.

After another 10 minutes of GP searching his entire office, Max took pity on him and with a laugh he stepped into the office and put a hand on GP's shoulder.

"GP. The folder was blue with a red label?"

"Yes. Did you see it?"

Now the omega burst into tears with laughter. He just pointed at the engineer's table and wiped the tears from his cheeks.

GP's gaze followed Max and he spotted the folder in question. It was lying on his closed laptop, covered only by a piece of paper.

That after the races the riders automatically glided to their pack leaders and sought closeness to both was perfectly normal. Some just wanted to be close to the pack, others wanted comfort in the arms of their mates and the pack, others wanted to talk about the race and others simply wanted attention and nerves, as they could not cope with the excess adrenaline and could not get rid of it. 

The alphas of the pack did the latter. In play fights, they rampaged through the huge space that was designated as pack space. Lewis was always in the fights.

The other alphas of the pack liked to fight with their pack alpha. He was one of the oldest and stronger than one would first suspect. His size was both an advantage and a disadvantage but in the game fights no one stood a chance against the Alpha.

The Betas only watched their Pack mates' game fights with a smile or were engrossed in their own conversations. Others cuddled up in a nest with the Omegas and got involved in the Omegas' gossip and routines. 

Charles came into the pack room with a large bag and dropped it down next to the nest. He briefly looked back at Max to ask silent permission to enter the other's nest. When Max only nodded and then turned back to Lando and Oscar, who were both snuggled up to him and in need of lots of attention and love from their Pack Omega, Charles entered the nest and snuggled up to Oscar's free side, which was not pressed against Max. 

"Oh are we doing a grooming routine again Charlie?"

George dropped a pile of blankets into the nest before also stepping over the edge and then making himself comfortable behind Lando. Now only Yuki, Mick and Lance were missing. But the latter two were surely with Esteban, as the Frenchman was also missing and Pierre had come into the pack room alone and, when asked where his teammate was, only said that Esteban might come later.

The Monegasque nodded with a smile at George's question and sat up to call for Pierre, who broke free of Carlo's grip and came to them with his face raised.

"What's going on mon amour?"

"We need drinks, snacks and do you know where Yuki is?"

"Yuki is with Zhou I mean. And I can get you the rest. Any special requests?"

Everyone shook their heads and Pierre left the small troop alone again and disappeared into the open kitchen to prepare everything for the Omegas. Not 20 minutes later the Omegas found themselves again with masks on their faces, snacks and drinks. 

"Where did you get your clothes Max? The soft hoodies I mean? Not your Red Bull stuff obviously?"

Max swallowed his bite of the carrot before answering Oscar, "From Daniel, he's working on a collection purely off for Omegas with his merch at the moment. Made of soft fabrics, lined, thick and simply cosy. And I get to try them on and give him feedback on them. We still have some at home. I'll give you some Oscar. We have so many at home, they are already piling up and I can't wash and wear them all."

"Then I want some too!" exclaimed Lando immediately, making the Omegas in the nest giggle.

"Of course, Lando."

"Do you guys actually think Michael is having a thing with Brad?"

All heads jerked around to Max who laughed a little at the shocked faces of the others.

"You see that too? Jon tells me all the time about his theories that the two of them would have something going on."

"Lando! You told us not to tell anyone that!"

"Oh come on Oscar. I can't listen to this anymore. It's like Jon wants something from one of them and is now trying in vain to convince himself that they don't have anything together and that he still has a chance with one of them."

"But let's be honest, I also think they have something going on, because I left the paddock with Andreas the other day and guess who we saw between two cars? Right, Michael and Brad. And the meeting looked very familiar."

"Too, Brad also had hickeys on his neck the other day at practice and was very secretive about them."

The conversation was interrupted by Yuki who, obviously bored with the others joined the Omegas and immediately joined the conversation.

"Michael and Brad have been mates for two years. You guys are really stupid sometimes, do you know that?" At everyone's shocked reaction, he shoved a cucumber into his mouth and shrugged his shoulders.

"Our chances of winning are not bad. It will all be seen at the end of the race, of course, but we're feeling optimistic."

Max put his microphone down next to him again. Right now he was in one of the many press conferences. Like every time, the same monotonous questions from the reporters, hoping to pull a good story out of the 20 drivers. Together with Checo, Valtteri, Alonso and Nico, the press conference wasn't boring, but Max could imagine better things than sitting here. For example, cuddling with Daniel in their nest or getting on GP's nerves. It wouldn't be bad to cause trouble with Christian either.

He was jolted out of his thoughts when a mobile vibrated. Immediately he sensed it was his own and without looking at the screen he skilfully ignored it.

Whoever wanted something should be patient. He was obviously busy right now and unable to answer.

Again and again his mobile vibrated, each time he ignored it. But when it suddenly started making a loud sound, he apologised to everyone present.

"I'm very sorry, but I have to take this."

That sound was a very special one used by only 5 people in his life as Pack mom. Daniel, Charles, Lando, Sebastian and Lewis. And it didn't mean anything good.

"What happened?"

"Max? Don't get mad. And don't panic though. Ehm. Well. We have an emergency."

"Lewis? Where are you? What's going on?" 

"In the hospital?"

"In the hospital!?"

All eyes turned to the omega standing at the door, losing just about all composure that could be lost.

"Why did Daniel and Lando build a castle out of tables and chairs?! Sebastian will behead me out of Switzerland if anything bad happened to Mick Lewis! I'm on my way!"

Max ignored all the reporters and looked to the other drivers:"I need someone to drive me right now! Now!"

And as if on cue, all the other drivers rose and stormed out of the hall in the Omega.

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When Daniel woke up that morning, the first thing he noticed was Max next to him, moving restlessly back and forth under his blankets and clutching Daniel's shirt with the fingers of his right hand to keep him from leaving.

The last few days Daniel had already noticed that Max was not feeling well, but when he asked him about it, the Dutchman only refused, saying that he was fine and that he just needed a summer break. 

Nevertheless, the Alpha had not let his Omega out of his sight and had stayed by his side as best he could. But since yesterday, Max had been feeling much worse than before. He had woken up in the morning with cramps and back pain. In addition, there were the mood swings he had been having for days and the unusual eating behavior.

Daniel was sure Max was in some kind of mock heat right now. As athletes in a sport like Formula 1, heats and ruts were planned out to the last detail. They all took blockers or suppressants to control hormones. But especially since they were so young and always on the go, it could happen, especially with the younger drivers, that so-called mock heats or slips crept in. In male Omegas, these manifested themselves in the form of period symptoms. However, without bleeding. 

Due to all the stress of the last weeks and the turmoil in the pack, Daniel had only been waiting for Max's body to annoy him again. As gently as possible, he pulled Max's sleeping body towards him. In doing so, he wrapped his arms around the slender body and stroked Max's lower back, which was often aching and tense at this time, in circular motions. 

In his sleep, the omega snuggled closer to the source of warmth and with a soft sigh he contorted his face and pressed his nose deeper into the crook of Daniel's neck as a spasm traveled through his body, causing his left leg to twitch slightly and small sounds to leave his lips.

The alpha pulled the blankets Max was hoarding around him tighter around the blond's slightly trembling body and tenderly released his pheromones to reassure his partner and signal to him that he was with him and that everything was okay. 

These days Max especially needed to be close to Daniel, preferring to have 24/7 physical contact with the alpha. Only Daniel's clothes were worn, and food was actually always on the table, unless Max was throwing up or he was experiencing moods heightened by the hormones in his body. The pack had to accept that Max simply needed time for himself these days. But not all of them could understand or comprehend this, which is why they still stood in front of her apartment and asked for time with the Pack Omega. Sometimes, Daniel deliberately turned off Max's cell phone just so they wouldn't be disturbed and not put more stress on him. Because even when he wasn't feeling well, the Omega wanted to be there for his pack.

Max slept for almost an hour before he woke up with a painful groan and a puckered face. His left hand lay over his lower abdomen and with the other he brushed his sweaty hair out of his face while he looked exhaustedly at Daniel who had also sat up.

"Come here Maxy. We'll cuddle some more and then we'll go for a bath and something to eat?" he tenderly offered his mate. With a slight nod his suggestion was accepted and the blond younger man snuggled back into Daniel's arms. 

"How bad is your pain Maxy?"

With tired eyes, Max looked up at Daniel and murmured a soft "7." The Alpha nodded slightly and kissed his Omega's forehead. "Would you like me to warm your heat pad for you?" Max had a few heat pads, he tended to freeze more easily in the winter and just liked to be warm and cozy. His favorite heat pad was a lion. Daniel's mother had sewn the lion a little Red Bull outfit and since then he accompanied the couple on every trip. The cuddly toy was always present in the nests of the two and so Max only had to nod for Daniel to reach for the lion and wrap Max in his blankets after he got up.

"I'll be right back my dear," he breathed a kiss on Max's shoulder, "Do you need anything else? Something to eat or drink?" Max nodded up at him with glazed eyes and Daniel waited for the answer. "Chocolate?", Max looked like he was about to start crying and so Daniel stroked his cheek and kissed it gently. "I'll be right back. Call me if anything is ok?"

Despite knowing that Max would be ok for the few minutes alone, he hurried to put the lion in the microwave and then look for the chocolate that Max loved so much. After a good 5 minutes he had everything he needed and returned with it to their shared bedroom where he put the tray down and Max first put the lion on his stomach after lifting the covers. 

The blond Omega's sigh of relief and the wave of relaxation that passed through his face, as well as his pheromones beginning to calm down, showed the Alpha that his mate's pain, cramps and general discomfort must have been really bad. He lay down with him and offered him his closeness, which was immediately taken advantage of. 

With the lion between them, Daniel began to feed Max his chocolate. The head of blond hair rested on his right shoulder. His right arm was wrapped tightly around Daniel, allowing him to feed him bit by bit with his left hand.

"Daniel...why is it so sweet?", Max sobbed out and as Daniel's shirt started to get wet, he knew Max's emotions had gotten the best of him and he was crying.

"You are ok Maxie. I know its hard at the moment, but you are doing so good. I am so proud of you." Max just clung tighter to Daniel and ate his chocolate while sobbing and cuddling with his alpha. "Want me to rub your back Maxie?" asked Daniel gently as he stroked the blond's soft hair. 

"Hurts Danny...my back...", Max whimpered out. "And I want to take your pain away a little my dear. Maybe a massage will help you or does your skin hurt darling?" It wasn't uncommon for Max's skin to ache and be hyper-sensitive in the days when his body was in mock heat and everything inside him was going crazy.

"Everything hurts Alpha...my stomach, my back, my legs, my head, my chest, everything. I feel gross, dirty, tired, yet agitated and restless. I hate everything. I hate this shirt, this blanket, our wall paint and the smell of the cats and you ask me if my skin hurts?"

Inwardly, the Australian heaved a sigh of relief. Staying calm was the best remedy. Max's hormones spoke a lot out of him and affected his moods. He knew that Max loved him more than anything anyway, and that these things came out of the situation the Omega was in right now. "Would you like to get some sleep with a pain pill?" asked Daniel tenderly, and when Max only nodded in response, Daniel broke away to get Max said pill and a glass of water.

It didn't take long for the Omega to fall asleep in his arms and for Daniel to get up and do some cleaning and cooking. After all, they both wanted to eat some real food today, even though Max didn't stick to his diet plan during these days and ate the way his body needed it. She also didn't consider these days as Cheat Days, but as normal days. Daniel still stuck to his Meal Plan, well maybe not always, but he tried to at least.

He was disturbed only by a knock on their front door and when he opened it, none other than Charles and Lando were standing at the door, with their mates, Pierre and Carlos, in tow.

"We don't want any visitors today. Max isn't feeling well and he needs time to himself today," Daniel explained to the four of them before any of them could even say anything. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, blocking the entrance to their apartment. 

Lando just looked at him annoyed and shook his head. "Max will be happy to see us. We're here just for that. Cuddling and spending time with the pack always helped."

Daniel only raised an eyebrow in response. And a slight growl escaped his throat. His omega, his mate, was weak and defenseless in their safe space. But before he could say anything else to defend himself and Max, Lando had pushed past him and was on his way to their bedroom. 

"You can build a nest in the living room, but no one enters their bedroom. Max is weakened and Daniel's senses are already overloaded. Besides, it's their private room that no one has access to," Daniel inwardly thanked Carlos, who withdrew his mate. And with what he had said, the Spaniard was not entirely wrong. In their apartment they had three bedrooms, one for guests, one where they could cuddle with the pack and which was always open for the latter, and then their private one. The room where only Daniel, Max and the cats had access to. In this room the couple spent the heats and routs. It was not allowed to be polluted by other smells. And this included the pack. Max was very sensitive to anything that didn't smell like him and Daniel. It gave him Anxiety and had often led to panic attacks during Heats.

So, for better or worse, Lando and Charles had to settle for cuddling with Max in a special nest. But that had yet to be built by the two of them. They kindly asked for nesting materials and when they got them, the two started to build a comfortable nest in the living room, where all six of them had enough space, but could still cuddle.

While the two Omegas were busy building, Pierre took care of snacks and Carlos helped Daniel finish cooking lunch. Only when that was all done and the four visitors were already in the nest, Daniel entered the bedroom again. There, for a moment, he simply contemplated Max in her nest. All he could see of his lover was a shock of blond hair and, in addition, a hand that had slipped out of the covers. 

He sat down at the edge of the bed and tenderly and lovingly stroked Max's hair to wake him as gently as possible. "Maxie...darling..." he whispered gently and began to smile as Max opened his eyes slightly. He was snuggled so deep in the blankets that he was warmer than the Alpha himself, and he knew it just had to be comfortable.

As the omega quietly whimpered in confusion, the alpha leaned down to him and breathed a kiss on his forehead before continuing to stroke his hair. "Shhht. I'm here. All is well. I just wanted to ask you something darling. Lando, Charles, Pierre and Carlos are here. They heard you weren't feeling well today and wanted to cheer you up a bit and be with you. They built a nest for all of us, a soft, comfortable nest and helped me cook. Would you like to go to the nest in the living room and have something to eat? We can both stay here and eat here, too. As you feel better."

It took Max a few minutes to comprehend everything and in response he got a small nod as well as a tired yawn. His omega's hands reached out to him. A clear request for Daniel to carry him to the living room, which he was only too happy to do. 

With Max, their lion, and a pile of blankets in his arms, he left the bedroom and entered Charles and Lando's large nest. Both Omegas whimpered out as Daniel set Max down and put the blankets back on him to keep him warm. The lion was reheated in the microwave and a short time later Daniel served lunch with Carlos and Pierre. They spent the rest of the day in the nest, watching Harry Potter movies, eating snacks and drinking, which was against everyone's meal plans, but Max looked content and happy and that was all that mattered. 

Lando and Charles were glued to their mum. They cuddled him and tried to at least feed him, but the older one, turned away and just snuggled closer to Daniel who smiled and put an arm around Max and kissed him tenderly on the forehead. "I love you...", Max murmured into Daniel's chest before he fell asleep.

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Max's back collided with the door. The collision caused a gasp to escape his lips and he closed his eyes as a pair of warm, full lips pressed against his neck. A muscular body of the same size snuggled up to him. The other man's broad chest pressed him against the wall of the hotel room. As a whimper left the blond man's lips, he could feel the other man, an Alpha, grinning against his skin and working his lips further out to his scent glands. The alpha lingered on his left side, and the gentle touches, the firm suckling and tender biting on that sensitive spot, turned Max's legs to pudding. Slick pooled in his underpants and there was a clear stain on his light-colored jeans. His head sank back with an obscene groan and fell onto the Alpha's left shoulder. Brown curls tickled Max's cheek and a smile spread across his lips, swollen from all the kissing. 

The right hand that Max had been holding on to his hip earlier had wandered down to his crotch. There it had slipped between his legs, which the Dutchman had willingly spread even wider. The man's long, skillful fingers stroked Max's cunt, which was still covered by his clothes, but Max didn't have to wait long for the alpha's hands to get to work on his jeans. Once the button was undone, Max was just waiting for the zipper to come undone and he could finally feel those fingers he loved so much directly on his skin and inside him. But before that could happen, he was turned around and pressed back against the wall. 

The pheromones of both parties were going crazy. They were soaked in lust, longing, alcohol and arousal. Blue eyes met brown and Max smiled up at Daniel. His grin became cheeky and challenging. His eyes began to sparkle with excitement and he slipped his right hand between his legs. 

A challenge to his mate, his strong alpha. They had danced around each other all evening, tender touches at the bar, under the table at dinner, pressed close together on the dance floor, a few brief minutes of making out in the bathroom and still they had to wait until almost morning to finally indulge their urges.

But now they could finally fall over each other. The last sponsors' dinner was now behind them. The year had really come to an end for both of them, and the winter break would do them both an awful lot of good.

Max's attention was torn from his thoughts when Daniel got down on one knee in front of his Omega. Both partners looked at each other briefly, a short exchange to find out whether what was about to happen was still consensual and what they both wanted. Consent was the most important thing in their relationship, even after all these years as a couple and now mates and spouses, sexual interactions only happened with the consent of both.

And so all Max had to do was nod and Daniel went to work. The Omega would probably have come in his boxers and jeans as soon as he saw the sight before him. Daniel's white shirt was rolled up, the first two buttons had been unbuttoned in their wild make-out session in the elevator, his black suit trousers and black patent leather shoes made him look like a treat. Max couldn't help it if he just thought Daniel was hot. And when the alpha presented himself to him like this, it was no surprise to either of them that Max dropped his head against the wall and another wave of his slick ran out of him.

"Fuck Daniel... Alpha... please... you will make me cum before I get your dick... please... I want it inside of me Alpha..." he begged. He wanted Daniel inside him and he wanted it now.

Daniel laughed darkly and throatily before he stroked his lips with his tongue and then gripped the zipper of Max's jeans with his teeth. With dark eyes that didn't look away from Max's own face, he pulled the zipper down. He slid his nose over Max's pubic bone.

All the tension between them, the pheromones and the sight caused Max's body to tremble and the waves of his first orgasm to wash over him. From the center of his body, they traveled to the ends of his hair and toes. He whimpered and gasped for air alongside his moans, drawing it greedily into his lungs only to release it again shortly afterwards. 

When the black dots in front of his eyes disappeared and he was finally able to perceive his surroundings again, he noticed Daniel in front of him again, who had stabilized Max with both hands as he experienced his orgasm.

The alpha gently stroked his hips as Max looked down at him and Daniel smiled slightly: "That was a strong one, huh?"

The Omega nodded ever breathlessly, "Sad that i couldn't see you squirt baby because oft that jeans. Should have been under you or between your legs to see that and taste it. Would have licked you so good~"

"Oh my god Daniel stop. You will make me cum again in no time if you say that!" A light slap on Daniel's shoulder was enough to get the alpha off his knees. It was then that Max finally noticed how wet his pants were. But before he could say anything else, Daniel had pressed their lips together.

"Its ok Maxy. You looked beautifull coming. I enjoyed it as well. I know that we couldn't do it for a long time and we were both so full with pent up energy." Daniel whispered these words softly in his ear as he continued to stroke his hips. 

"I made you cum just because i was orgasming?"

Daniel nodded and smiled tenderly, "You did baby. But I still got a round two in me if you want. You were so eager to get on my dick babyboy~"

Now it was Max who smiled and looked up at Daniel, "Still need you daddy~ One wasn't good enough for me. You know how hungry I am."

Before he could say anything else, Daniel grabbed his legs and lifted him up, only to throw him onto their shared bed, where he immediately bent over him. In a few seconds, they had both lost all their clothes. Their now naked bodies snuggled close together. 

"Daddy will make you feel so good babyboy."

"I hope so daddy, i don't want to feel my legs for the coming days~"

Daniel laughed. They didn't use condoms. Max also stopped taking contraceptive pills. If the Omega got pregnant, they would both be happy about it. They weren't actively trying for a child, but as they both wanted children and had, by their standards, achieved everything they wanted, they would welcome an addition to their family.

However, before Daniel could get into his mate, there was a loud bang in the hotel corridor and several voices rang out. Max looked from Daniel to the door and back to his Alpha and before either of them could say anything, there was already a loud knock on the door: "Mum, Dad! I want to sleep with you! Let me in!"

"Maybe we don't need any more children after all, huh?"

"I will murder Lando... I was so close to getting your dick and know that! Why do they always cockblock us!"

Chapter Text

The mood within the pack had deteriorated in recent weeks. Since Lando and McLaren had been able to drive at the front, the British Omega with the curly head had changed. In a negative way, as the pack found. Every action in the race was judged by the Brit, harsh criticism without insight characterized Lando's interviews and his dealings with the other pack members became harsher and some began to distance themselves from him or express their opinions directly to the young man's face. 

The relationship with Max also suffered from the new pressure on both drivers. The downfall of Red Bull in the last few races caused joy and hope on the one hand and incomprehension and confusion on the other. Frustration built up. Arguments between individual members were not unusual. 

However, the final races were the highlight. Emotions were on display and the fight for victory at the end of the weekend was what the riders wanted to achieve, by any means necessary.

The highlight of it all was Austria and the accident between Max and Lando just before the end. Both were to blame for the accident, Lando who kept trying to get past Max and Max who had to defend himself until it finally came to the big shock moment. The two collided and while the race was over for Lando, Max was able to take fifth place. 

Pack Chat

Sebbi

Good Job George! I am so proud of you! Your second first place!

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Thanks Seb. It means so much to me…

Lulu

Good job Georgie. I am proud of you too

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Thanks Lewis. We will party hard tonight yeah?

Lulu

Of course. Meet you downstairs after meeting and shower

Sebbi

Oscar, Carlos. You can be proud too! Good job on these podiums.

You deserved them!

Osco

Thanks Sebastian

Chili

Thanks Seb. And congratulations on you George

Oh and to you too Oscar

Zoo

How are Max and Lando?

Heard Lando screamed at him behind closed doors?

Sebbi

He did what?

Lulu

I will talk to both oft hem Seb

Don´t worry

Lando is emotional right know

Driver of  the day

I am NOT emotional right know!

Max is just an asshole!

It was his fault!

He is so stupid!

I could have won that shit race!

Fought so hard for it, just to see him get a fifth place finish!?

And then he would not talk to me!

He is an asshole for that

He almost killed me multiple times during this race!

And for what?!?

Just for him to move several times under braking!

Sebbi

Lando, put your phone away. Delete these messages pls

Driver oft he day

Oh I will not! He can read them all. I don´t fucking care anymore

I will not look after him anymore

He want´s to race hard? I will give him that. Stupid bitch!

Lulu

Lando. Stop that right know.

Honey Badger

Lando. Please delete them.

I know you are hurting  right know

But believe me when I say, that you will hate yourself for what you wrote

And I am sorry for asking that

But please delete them for Max sake too

Max hasn´t looked at his phone

You will hurt him a lot when he reads these messages

Chili

Yeah Lando, have to side with the others on this

Delete them and give your phone to Jon

Osco

Lando…

That´s not nice…

Daddys Cash

Damn Lando, not cool

French Baguette

Wow, never thought you could say that to Max Lando

Charlie

Lando that is not okay to say at all

Driver of the day

Oh you all want to lecture me know?

Oscar?

Fuck yourself. For real. Shittest Teammate I had

Thought you would be on my side in this. Because it cleary was not even my fault.

Carlos?

Thanks for your input. You would never be on the podium without that crash.

Happy know? Siding with Max hm? You are my mate!

Charles?

You shouldn´t even open that stupid mouth of you.

Look at your shit weekend and don´t talk to me.

And Daniel?

IDGAF

I will show them to him. He can read them. Lost all my respect for him.

I don´t care

He should kill himself!

Lulu

LANDO! That is not okay. I am coming over right know. I don´t care where you are.

Seb

Lando!? Be happy that I am not over in austria. He is your bestfriend but also your pack omega!

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Ok Lando wtf

Checo

Max is still talking with Christian.

Somebody get Landos Phone and delete them!

Osco

On it!

Maxie

Wow what happened?

Why so many messages?

Seb

Don´t look at them Max pls.

Charlie

Yeah Max. Please don´t look at them.

Honey Badger

Got his phone!

These need to be deleted.

Oh and Lando? Thanks for your wonderfull input.

Don´t talk to me anymore. You know better than anybody how he feels really.

And I never thought you could say that too or about him.

I am so disapointed in you.

Charlie

Same Lando. That was so uncalled for…

Driver of the day

Why should I care about your opinions?

Max didn´t

And to be honest?

He can kill himself.

I don´t care. It would be so much better without him.

Lewis would have his 8th championship.

How many wins would we all have without him?

Checo, finally a first driver at a team without a teammate, that will backstab you.

Alex and Pierre would still be happy and would have never went through Markos abuse.

See? He is a problem. He should leave. Then everything would be better.

Maxie

Thanks Lando :)

I am so happy to finally know what you think of me.

Were you to weak to tell me all of that into my face? When you were screaming at me earlier?

Driver of the day

Fuck of Max. Nobody loves you!

I fuck-

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Chili

Fucking finally

Osco

I got his phone

Jon has it know and he will bring it to Zak

Lando is very angry right know

Charlie

We saw that

But

Max are you still here?

Pls answer me?

Maxie

I am

It´s ok.

Has anybody else something to say to me?

Know is your time.

Seb

Max… Nobody has something so vile and hurtful to say to you.

Lulu

Yeah. Lando will have a talk with the FIA. That was not okay at all

Maxie

But he is right… I am a failure. I shouldn´t be here. I am causing only problems for all of you…

But oh well

Leave me alone please. All of you.

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Charlie

What should we do know?

Did we just loose our pack omega?

Sebbi

I don´t know.

What I know is, that you will give him the space for now.

Daniel?

Honey Badger

Yes Seb?

Sebbi

You should go to him. He will need you

Honey Badger

Was already on my way

Almost with him

Lulu

I will talk to Lando in a few minutes

Alex Catbon

What happended?

Whoa guys…

I just saw Lewis running to McLaren and he smelled so angry

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Just read the chat Alex

I don´t want to summarise it, but we probably lost our pack omega.

Oh and Lando is angry

Chili

Can we do anything?

Sebbi

I am flying over to you.

Just give both the space they need, but tell them, that they can talk to you at any time.

But for know, leave Max alone with Daniel.

@Carlos, you can look after Lando, but I think that he would like to be alone

I will be with you tomorrow okay.

I love you all. Go to Fernando and Lewis if you need anything or call me!

Charlie

Thanks Seb

Alex Catbon

Thanks Sebastian

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Thanks Sebastian. Good night tot he rest of you

Daniel made himself known by knocking on his mate's door. Although he had the card for the hotel room and could have entered it at any time, he knew how sensitive Max was at the moment.
He could sense the uncertainty, fear and anxiety in their bond and it was all the more important for him to proceed carefully and supportively so as not to unsettle his mate any further. 

After receiving no reply, he opened the hotel room door and entered. He was greeted by the dark room. He could smell the odor of his mate and how sour and bitter it was. 

Daniel followed the smells until he reached the bedroom. Clothes had been strewn everywhere in his path and when he opened the closed door to the bedroom after a knock, he was almost hit by the smell of his mate. 

The nest in which the alpha had been lying this morning had disappeared from the bed. Individual items of clothing were scattered around the room and it didn't take the Australian long to identify them as orange and, after lifting one of many, the smell of Lando hit his nose. 

"Oh Maxie..."

His mate had tried to rid his nest of all the smells that reminded him of Lando, or rather the whole McLaren team. In the process, Max had destroyed his nest. Daniel found the blond Omega in the suite's walk-in closet. The nest had been frantically assembled. It looked messy and so far removed from the nests Max normally built. 

In the middle of the pile of blankets, clothes, pillows and sheets, Daniel finally found his mate, who was snuggled up in one of the softest blankets he had received at Sebastian's last race in Abu Dhabi, his official start as a Packomega.

 
Daniel knelt at the edge of the nest and placed his right hand on what he assumed was his leg. He gently released his soothing scent as he made his presence known to him with a physical signal.
"Can I enter your nest Maxie?"

He would never enter his mate's nest without permission. A general etiquette that his mom had taught him at an early age.

He would wait outside the nest until he had received permission to enter. And inwardly he was glad that he didn't have to wait long for that, because the pile of blankets moved and he could see one of Max's pale hands reaching out to him. 

Daniel immediately took off his jeans and stripped off his sweater to snuggle up next to Max in just a T-shirt and boxers. He took his hoodie into the nest with him and within a few seconds he had wrapped his arms around Max and snuggled up to him.

"You're safe baby. I'm here. I am sorry that you had to wait for me. Talk to me when you're ready ok? No pressure sweetheart."

And his wait was to be rewarded. Max shifted in his arms so that he could hide his nose more closely in the crook of his mate's neck. 

"I'm a mistake Daniel... why am I the way I am? I do everything wrong... I can't do anything. Nothing at all. I'm useless...I just ruin everything..."

He decided to let Max talk. It was best to let the Dutchman talk when he was ready and not to interrupt him.

"I'm a bad Omega for you. Wouldn't you be happier without me and my other one? Someone prettier? Smaller, thinner and looking more like an omega? You could have as many children as you want in a big house in Australia..."

Daniel would love to interrupt him now and refute everything he was thinking. He loved him so much and watching Max talk badly about himself just worried him and made him very angry.

"I don't know why Seb chose me as his successor Daniel... And why did the pack agree to this? I'm such a bad packomega... Why did the pack pick me in the first place! I don't understand?!"
By now Max was so angry that he wasn't just getting louder, he was also starting to cry with frustration, anger and a lack of understanding. Daniel just hugged him closer and started stroking his short blond hair. A small attempt to comfort his partner. 

"Do you know what my father said to me? It's my fault. It's always been clear that Omegas have no place in this sport. It's all my fault. I should think about whether it wouldn't make more sense to just stay at home and at least do what I was meant to do. I am not good enough... everything I do is bad and false. I am not enough and I will never be... I am a failure Daniel... I should kill myself. Lando is right. What am I even doing here? Everybody hates me Daniel. You do to. Because I ripped us apart from Red Bull and look what it did to you! The media hates every move I make. My team hates itself. It just stresses me out so much! 

I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE!!!"

Max tore himself away from Daniel and disappeared into the bathroom with a slam of the door. Daniel was left shocked in the now empty and even more destroyed nest while his thoughts circled and he stood in front of the wreckage. In front of the wreckage of his mate, who was breaking under the pressure, stress and hatred....

Early in the morning, shortly after midnight, Sebastian arrived at the airport in Austria. Lewis picked up his mate from there, of course. The Pack Alpha had heard nothing from Max except what Daniel had written to him and the Alpha was all the happier that Seb was finally there to take the burden off Max's shoulders while they worked on a solution.

Despite the situation that had caused a premature meeting with his mate, the two embraced on the airfield and exchanged a few caresses. Seb snuggled up close to Lewis, just as he always did, and they fitted together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Their bond sang with love and closeness as they enjoyed the minutes together.

"I love you so much Lew."

"I love you too Seb. I missed you so much."

"Oh I know Lew. I could feel it. But I am here now. Let's go. The pack needs us."

"Just like the old times huh? The pack is always first."

They both started to laugh after Lewis's statement and he got a light tap on his shoulder before they broke away from each other and walked together to the Brit's rental car. on the way to the hotel, Sebastian started to talk.

"What's the situation? Daniel has kept us both up to date. I already figured that Max would spiral. How was the conversation with Lando?"

Lewis gave an annoyed sigh at Lando's name and rolled his eyes before turning off.

"As you would imagine. Lando was arrogant and you could look for the insight. And the fact that Zak was there wasn't exactly any better. I swear, at first no one would let me in, then Oscar dragged me in just so I could listen to Zak. I was so close to giving him a piece of my mind Seb. But really. But then Andrea took Zak aside and reminded him who he was standing in front of and Oscar took me to Lando with Jon. Like a petulant child Sebastian. I'm telling you."

"And then?"

"Then I went after Lando. It was Max's fault, he didn't know why everyone was so upset. He was just telling the truth that everyone was thinking and he had lost all respect for Max and would no longer accept him as Packomega. He also couldn't understand why we all protect him and what we think is so great about him. He was still very upset and angry and I had to use my Alpha voice to shut him up after he thought I had nothing to say to him."

Seb nodded thoughtfully beside him and the Omega grabbed Lewis' right hand with his left to interlace their fingers. 
"And what happened after that darling?"

"Lando doesn't have his cell phone and Jon took him to his hotel room. He has to stay there until they leave for England tomorrow. But he hasn't even begun to realize what he's actually done to the Pack and his stand in that one. Max was his biggest supporter. Always has been. But the bond they have no longer exists. I can't imagine Max letting him get close to him again."

"The rest of the pack have sent me similar signs. They are very hurt by what he said and don't want to see him for a while. The fact that we're at Silverstone next week doesn't make it any better I don't think. It's his home country and I just remember last year and the hate that Red Bull but especially Max got."

"That's why I'm glad you're here now Seb. How long are you staying?"

"I've packed for two weeks and clarified everything. In any case, I'll be at Silverstone and then there's a week's break anyway."

Lewis nodded and parked in front of the hotel where Mercedes was in Austria this year. Together with Sebastian, he entered the hotel and led the Omega up to his room.
"Who else is here today and leaving tomorrow Lew? I want to talk to the pack today."

Lewis thought for a moment as he lay down next to Sebastian and opened his arms to him. The invitation was immediately accepted and they lay snuggled up close together in the Brit's bed.
"So everyone should still be here until tomorrow. I don't know what the plan was with Max and Daniel, they've already flown with a few others on Monday. I'll write Daniel a message straight away and ask. Will you send a message in the pack chat anyway?"

Pack Chat

Sebbi
I'm with Lewis now. I'd like to talk to you all later today. As a whole pack, without Lando and Max. Please let me know if you can or not. Remember, Pack Business comes first and your teams have to let you go to Pack Meetings! 

Meeting is at 3pm in the pack room in the paddock! Bring what you want.

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Need a PowerPoint?

I can make you one!

Lulu

That would be really helpful George. I'll send you all the points and more info yes?

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That same day at 3 pm, almost everyone from the driver pack had gathered in the packing room. Only Lando and Max were missing, as well as Daniel, who would receive a detailed report at the end of the meeting so as not to leave Max alone. 

The drivers had made themselves comfortable in various places in the packing room. They could all look at the white wall on which, with the help of a projector, George's PowerPoint could be seen.

The mood was subdued. No one really dared to say anything and the tension was palpable. Because something had changed during the night and today. The tender bond that bound them all together and filled them with so much love, appreciation and care was motionless in their bodies. It was cold and hard. 

Sebastian and Lewis stepped into the room. Even with the presence of the Packalpha and the former Packomega, the mood didn't get any better. And Lewis had felt the changes himself when he woke up that morning. An emptiness in his body that he couldn't describe. 

One thing was clear.

They were slowly losing their Packomega.

And the Pack would do anything to keep Max with them. 

Lewis opened the pack meeting after the last two riders had arrived.

"Thank you all for being here after what happened yesterday. I was just as shocked as you were after what happened yesterday. I know no one wants to tell you again why we are here today, why three members are missing and why Sebastian is here with us, but I ask you, does anyone not know why we are here today?"

When no hand was raised, Lewis inwardly sighed with relief. Outwardly, however, he didn't let it show and so he continued to speak.

"Okay, before we start. How are you feeling right now? What are you worried, frustrated, scared or anything like that? George, would you like to start? If you don't want to say anything, you can just go on."

All eyes turned to George after Lewis sat down next to Sebastian again. George only looked briefly at the couple next to him before he started talking.

"I don't know how to feel right now to be honest. I'm disappointed in Lando, angry with him even, but I also want to help him in this situation, but the things he said, even if they were out of anger and frustration... I can't support that. Even though he's a good friend and we've known him for years. He really hurt a lot of us last night and this emptiness inside me, I know what that means and I just don't want to admit it."

The British Omega turned away as his voice began to tremble towards the end. Alex, sitting next to his mate, stroked his shoulder and upper arm before hugging George closer for comfort.
Alex, who was next, could only agree with his mate. Logan also agreed with them both.

Oscar, who was sitting close to Logan, just looked down at his hands while his fingers played with the end of a blanket. Sebastian spoke gently to the Australian.

"Do you want to say something Oscar?"

The response to being spoken to was the lifting of his head and a slight nod. His hands came to rest as Logan grasped them.

"I... I... Lando was so angry. At me too... Ehm... I..."

Oscar lowered his gaze and the uncertainty just drifted from the young Omega. Logan's voice rang out and this time the Alpha didn't seem and sound as composed and calm as he had a few minutes ago.

"Lando shouted at Oscar and insulted him. He would be a hindrance to the team and would be beneath Lando. He couldn't understand why Oscar was acting out and what would occur to him to speak out against Lando and side with Max. Lando's lucky he's not here."

"Logan..."

"Nothing Logan Oscar. Even if he was angry, we all say things when we're emotional, but never like that. Especially not wishing someone to kill themselves Oscar. That's not okay. Never ever."
"I have to agree with Logan. We are so close to losing our Packomega because of stupid statements that have hurt so many of us. I'm really mad at Lando and I'm glad I don't have to see him for now."

All eyes turned to Kevin before quiet agreement could be heard within the pack. Lewis and Seb looked at each other with worried glances. The pack was falling apart. Lando had lost his place in the pack and trust had been broken. Regaining this would be hard work. 

The rest of the drivers were also quite united in their opinion. They could understand that the McLaren driver had been emotional, but nevertheless they could not accept his statements and support him. 

But Charles was finally the one to say what everyone was afraid of.

"Max doesn't want to be our Packomega anymore, does he? Or am I alone in feeling this coldness and emptiness inside me? Is it possible to lose a Packomeag? Has he turned his back on us? What if he really does something to himself?"

The closer Silverstone got, the more restless the pack became. Everyone was hoping to see Max again to finally reconnect with each other, which they needed. The inner cold and emptiness tugged at everyone's heartstrings and the mood of the riders was dampened. In addition to the already cold and wet weather, the mood in the pack was depressed and unusually tense. While they wished to see Max again, they were worried about facing Lando. No one really knew how the Brit would react to them or how they would react to him. What was said stood between them and the Omega and it blocked their work together. 

Thursday morning brought dark, gray clouds and with them came the rain and the cold, which crept uncomfortably under their clothes and went right down to their bones. A reflection of the relationship between Lando, Max and the pack.

Lewis had spoken to Christian together with Sebastian. They wanted information about Max, but all they got were empty words and Christian refusing to give them anything. He would not give out any information and it would stay that way for the time being.

The more the drivers and the media poured into the paddock, the more tense the situation became. There was no sign of Daniel and Max while Lando walked through the lanes as if nothing had ever happened. The rest of the pack did not greet him and avoided him, hoping to spend as little time with him as possible.

The first press conferences were coming up and with them the reporters' endless questions. But this time it seemed to be all about Lando and Max and what could be gained from the absence of the Packomega and his mate while Sebastian was back and what it all meant.

Lewis, Charles, Lando, Nico and Zhou were in the first round for the press conference. Max would have been there too, but RedBull had announced a few minutes ago that the Omega would not be taking part in any activities on Thursday. Racing Bulls had announced the same for Daniel. 

"What can we conclude from the absence of Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen in the wake of what happened in Austria? Did this contact between Lando and Max have such a big impact on the pack and the Packomega? A question for everyone."

Lewis inwardly rolled his eyes as another question about the Omega's absence was asked, but before the Packalpha could answer, Lando had raised his microphone to his lips. The British Omega sat casually on the red couch. Completely relaxed and with his typical smile on his lips. Lewis could feel Charles, who was sitting next to him, tense up and bury his hands in his jacket.
"Everything that needed to be said was said on Sunday and the reactions are known to everyone in the pack. Their absence is a result of that."

"So there was already a discussion between you and Max Verstappen on Sunday?"

"There was."

"How are things now between the two of you? How did the pack react?"

"I already said in the interviews on Sunday that I had lost all respect for him and I stand by that. Our discussion has shown how we feel about each other and that it's better to go our separate ways from now on."

"And the reaction of the pack?"

Before Lando could answer any further, Lewis stepped in, raising his microphone and answering before the brown-haired young man could.

"The whole thing has already been clarified in the pack and has no place in the media. Please, no more questions about the collision and its consequences. Thank you very much.

The many hands that had been raised were lowered and those that remained raised finally asked questions for Silverstone. As the conference ended and the drivers left the large room, the Alpha caught sight of Lando squeezing past Charles.

"To stupid to watch were you going?" Lando hissed at the older Omega, who looked down at the smaller one in shock and stopped as Lando continued on his way. Lewis caught up to Charles and put a hand on his left shoulder.

"Don't think about it Charlie. Come, do you want to nest with Seb and me?" the alpha asked him gently. The Monegasque was particularly taken aback by the whole thing and so Lewis was not surprised when he saw the tears in the Monegasque's eyes and could read the sadness in his scent.

On Friday, nobody was surprised to see a Formula 2 driver driving for Max in the first free practice session. Daniel took part in the first practice session, but it was clear to everyone that he was not at his best. His times were mediocre to poor and his whole driving style was a far cry from what they were used to seeing from him.

Nevertheless, Lewis managed to catch the Australian as he left his garage.

"Daniel! Wait a minute please!"

 The called Alpha stopped and turned to face him.

"Lewis? What is it?"

"Daniel. We need to talk. But not here."

"Red Bull then. Come on."

They got some strange looks on the way to Red Bull's accommodation, but no one stopped them and the staff paid them no attention either. The Australian led them through a few corridors before stopping at an inconspicuous door. He turned to Lewis and looked at him. His gaze was serious and sharp. Whatever was behind the door, Daniel would protect it with his life and was even prepared to challenge the Packalpha. 

"Max doesn't look or feel well ok? Please don't comment on it yes. It takes a lot of effort for him to be here. But he really wants to be in the car so we'll protect him and shield him from the press etc. I'll just ask him briefly if you can come in, yes?"

The Australian disappeared into the room behind the door. Just by opening it briefly, Lewis could smell her packomegas. And with it the sadness and exhaustion. He could hear Daniel's voice through the door and almost sighed with relief when he heard Max's soft voice. A short time later, Daniel opened the door for him and let him in.

He could only recognize Max by his smell. In the nest in a sheltered corner, he was hidden from view and Lewis wanted to snuggle up next to the Omega and promise him that everything would be all right and that they needed him. It broke his heart to see his Packomega like this and it only fueled the anger inside him. 

Seeing Max, the usually strong, confident, beloved omega and lion of the paddock, like this and knowing that it had only taken the words of one pack member to hurt him like this broke Lewis's heart. 

Before he could move any closer to the nest, he felt two hands on his shoulders pushing him towards the sofa where the two alphas were sitting. 

"So, what do you want to tell me Lewis?"

His gaze flitted to the pile of blankets in the corner and Daniel's eyes followed his gaze before they swung back to Lewis.

"Max can overhear. We have something to talk about too."

"Then please start, Daniel."

There was silence between them for a few minutes before Daniel looked at him again. He seemed to be studying Lewis's face. His eyes traveled over every inch of his skin before the Australian began to speak.

"We, Max and you, but also Red Bull and Racing Bull, will make representations to the FIA against Lando. We have all the evidence we need. I've looked the other way too many times over people who were harmful to Max because he wanted it. But this time I won't. Lando didn't just attack Max, he attacked some others in the pack. I know how he spoke in the conference today and we won't tolerate it anymore. The Pack can decide if they want to support us or not."

Lewis took a deep breath and exhaled. Exactly what he and Seb had told the Pack back in Austria had happened. He wasn't shocked that they had actually done it or were planning to do it. Why should he be. He would support them in their plan and the rest of the pack would certainly not shy away from contacting the FIA. If the McLaren Omega didn't just want the pack to understand, then they would do it by force majeure. Even if the penalty meant the end for Lando.

"Daniel. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. We, the Pack, will stand behind you. I wanted to suggest that you and Max go to the FIA. But it's good that you're going to do it. Even though he's been our pack pup for a long time. Nobody has the right to hurt the pack like that."

"I'm really relieved Lewis. I thought you were going to try to dissuade us."

Lewis immediately shook his head.

"Not under any circumstances. Lando hurt the Pack. Not just Max, but many others as well. The trust between him and the Pack has been broken and we agree he needs to be punished."

How Max had once again managed to finish on the podium was no longer a surprise to anyone. The Omega was a magician when it came to driving. An artist who could carve a podium out of any vehicle if he wanted to. 

The Omega looked relieved when he got out of his car and had only managed second place. All the attention was on Lewis and so the Omega could quickly disappear from the limelight. 

Daniel was just as happy as his mate that he had made it to the podium ahead of Lando and that he wouldn't have to take part in the upcoming press conferences. Both were all the happier when they were able to fall into each other's arms. The Alpha pressed a kiss to his mate's lips after their arms had wrapped around each other. 

Although they were almost the same size, Max snuggled into his arms perfectly every time, as if he were smaller than Daniel. The alpha tenderly stroked his mate's slightly damp blond hair before pressing a kiss to it.

"I love you darling. I love you so much. I'm so proud of you sweetheart. You were amazing out there. Truly my little champion."

To his delight, he could hear Max purring as he snuggled even closer to him without looking up and seemed to soak up every second of physical contact with his alpha. 

They would have liked to stand in each other's arms even longer and simply enjoy the closeness to each other and how much their bond just flowed with love, warmth and the closeness they were both experiencing. Unfortunately, they were interrupted by an FIA officer who asked the world champion to come to the podium, which would soon begin. 

Before Max could break away from him to follow the beta, he blew him a kiss on the lips.

"Just ignore him and have fun with Lewis. Our dear Packalpha better not be soaking wet with champagne darling after the podium."

Max laughed, the first laugh after a hard week and for the first time he looked completely happy. Liberated and weightless. Maybe it was because they were going to appear before the FIA today to discuss the situation with Lando. Daniel could only guess.

Seven days had now passed. It was the free Sunday before the next race in Hungary. Lewis, Seb, Daniel and Max were in Switzerland at Lewis and Sebastian's house.

The former Packomega had called it a break from everything. Fully deserved for everyone and who would pass up the chance to stay with Lewis and Seb. 

Not only did Sebastian cook the best food and build the best nests, well, the two alphas agreed that their respective mate was the best, Lewis was the calming influence with whom they could always cuddle. While his mate was full of energy and could therefore keep himself busy with Daniel in the last and coming days, the pack alpha and Omega used the time for themselves and their bond. They lay together in Sebastian's nest, ate something vegan that neither Max nor Daniel could pronounce the name of and simply enjoyed the peace and quiet.

The two troublemakers came through the open patio door into the huge living room and dropped into the nest. 

Sebastian was the first to start talking after a few minutes while Lewis put a thinner blanket around his mate's waist, which made the other two smile.

"McLaren didn't get their rebuttal through. Lando will get the punishment you asked for."

"How do you know that already Sebbi?"

"I have my people Lew. Of course I won't tell them," he said with a light laugh. 

"That means he won't be back in the paddock until after the summer break?" Max asked quietly.

Daniel nodded and continued to stroke Max's slightly longer blond hair.

"He will be. And he has to pay his fine and attend the therapy sessions. If he hasn't done the latter, then he won't be allowed to start after the summer break and Pato will be allowed to drive for him until his hours have been completed," Lewis summarized their demand and the FIA's result once again.

"I think that's good. Then at least it hurts and he'll think about how he behaved and what that can do," agreed Daniel.

"Let's not think about it any more. You're all here to relax. I don't want to hear any more about Formula 1 here. I just want to hear about what you want to do today. Skiing? Hiking? Into town? The possibilities are endless!"

The other three looked from the blond older Omega to each other, Daniel nodded immediately, excited by the suggestions, while the other two just groaned loudly in annoyance, only to be pulled out of the nest a short time later by their mates. 

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The grandstands in Austria were bathed in orange and blue. After all, they were at Red Bull's home circuit. It would surprise the other 18 drivers if they weren't swamped with orange and blue in the stands and paddock. 

However, all eyes were not only on Red Bull, but also on McLaren. In addition to the team itself, the fans were hoping for success in terms of first places and podiums to counter the Austrian team. Technically speaking, they had the best car this season after all. But the opposing team was no easy nut to crack. 

However, the McLaren looked like a beast on the track and so they were hoping for a clear victory without complications. 

Thursday was business as usual. The press conferences followed one another, the marketing teams shot their films and scenes and the drivers scurried from one appointment to the next. 

Lando had found it difficult to break away from Max and Daniel. The three of them had spent some time in the packing room earlier. Together with the other Omega, he had built the first nests so that he could later snuggle up in one with the two of them. 

Lando's weak performance hung over the British omega like a thundercloud. He wasn't bad, no question, but he was dissatisfied with himself and his performance. He wanted to stand on the podium every weekend and raise the trophy for first place high into the sky. 

After all, he had spent ages hoping for his first win and now that McLaren finally had a car capable of finishing on the podium, Lando was failing. Mistakes big and small crept in, he knew what the media were calling him. He wanted too much, then his team made mistakes, then he sounded arrogant and stuck up, then he was driver of the day every weekend for no reason and there was so much more that was wrong with him. 

Even his team mate Oscar was close to him and had a chance to get a first place this season if the team didn't always drop him to the back for Lando, only for Lando to ruin his chance. 

He knew that he was the only one who could be a threat to Max this season. But for that to happen, his performance had to be perfect and unfortunately it wasn't and maybe it never would be.

Lando left the McLaren Hospitality and looked up at the sky full of clouds passing him by. He had to prove himself. He was worthy of being here. He was worthy of being Max's biggest competition. He was worthy of being in the McLaren, the best car there was in Formula 1 at the moment. Maybe if he kept telling himself that, he would understand and it would come true. 

He simply refused to see that he needed help. Professional help. From someone who didn't know him and whom he could simply tell everything. Max had advised him to do so almost two years ago, after the Omega had sought help for himself following the 2021 season and the scars it had left behind. But Lando had dismissed him with a laugh, saying it would have been a waste of time and wouldn't do any good anyway.

Now, two years later, Lando wished that his old self had simply said yes and that he wasn't here now. 

But surely it was too late for that, wasn't it? 

Lando was torn from his thoughts when he felt a hand on his left shoulder. A male voice approached his ear and the smaller Omega flinched in shock and turned abruptly to face the voice. His eyes caught sight of a black polo shirt, followed by the logo on the man's left chest.

What did a Mercedes employee want from him?

"Norris, you're in the way."

His eyes traveled upwards and he caught the man's face before he tightened his grip on his shoulder. They dug into his skin and he felt the pain ripple through his shoulder. Lando was sure he would find marks on his skin.

"Why are you looking at me so stupid now, huh? Typical Omega, too stupid to talk and walk? Only good to the one it seems," the alpha continued to look down at Lando as disgust showed on his face.

He just couldn't get a sound out with the strong Alpha pheromones starting to surround him and so the 24 year old was completely defenceless as the Ferrari employee grabbed him by the collar and pulled him between two hospitality units into a dark alleyway that was at the edge of the paddock.

Lando's back collided with the hard stone wall against which he was pressed. A loud sound left his lips, but quickly the stranger had his hand over his mouth. His free hand pressed against Lando's neck where he began to cut off the Omega's air, which only caused Lando to panic.

He began to press his hands against this Alpha's and kick with his legs, but the stranger was stronger and with a well-aimed kick to the pit of Lando's stomach, he brought him to his knees. His arms tried to wrap around his aching stomach, but his head collided with the stone wall. 

Not only was everything spinning in front of his eyes, but his head hurt, he could feel something wet running down his temple and his stomach was also making itself felt. 

"Oh look at that little bitch..." the stranger giggled and grabbed Lando's curls in his right hand.

"Stupid little omega. So weak..."

"What...what do you want from...me?" the Brit mumbled in confusion. Under no circumstances had he been a danger to the two Ferrari drivers. The yellow horse's team had slowed down considerably after Monaco and was in the upper midfield when they did everything right.

So what did this Alpha want from him?

He would get his answer sooner than he wanted, because the dark-haired alpha just started to laugh before he got down to Lando's level and looked deep into his brown eyes.

"What I want is simple little one.... 

You will crash into Verstappen on Lap 64 sweetheart. Drive unpredictably. Make him make mistakes. Crash with him and put you both out of that race. Don't fight with George or Lewis or your little ferrari friend will get hurt. You will not, talk to anybody about it little bitch. I have my eyes on you. Think about me daily sweetie."

The alpha voice drilled into his head. He began to blink and turn under the gaze of the alpha, whose voice settled in his brain and repeated over and over like a mantra.

Crash into Verstappen...

Don't fight with Mercedes...

Carlos will get hurt...

Don't talk about it...

He will watch me....

"Good boy. Such a sweet little thing you are my dearest. Loved to talk woth you. Byee!!!"

Whistling happily, he left the trembling and paralyzed Omega on the floor of the alley while the storm brewed inside Lando.

How he spent Thursday had completely disappeared from his memory. Everything revolved around the task he had been given. He saw the Alpha everywhere. In every black polo shirt, he saw the one who expected him to fulfill his task. 

No one should be hurt because of him. After all, the pack was his family. 

On Friday lunchtime, shortly before the first and only training session, as they would be qualifying for the sprint race later that day, he met the alpha again.

He seemed to be waiting for him and when Lando saw him, he was magically drawn to him. His inner Omega knew that he was the one who had put Command in his head. He had to follow him. Perhaps he had further instructions ready that Lando had to fulfill and so he willingly followed him behind the Ferrari garage and away from all eyes. 

The stranger could do anything to him. Lando was completely defenceless and trapped. His body reacted to the unwanted closeness by trembling, shrinking and breathing unevenly. 
He just wanted to get away from him. But the ban burned like fire in his brain. It burned away his rationality and independence and replaced them with an emptiness that ate him up from the inside out.

When he hadn't been able to rest that night, he had desperately sought shelter with Max and Daniel, but soon the command sounded in his ears and he had left the room in a hurry.

The strange alpha pulled him into an empty corner, behind some stacks of tires. They were invisible to anyone who might pass by. No one would rush to Lando's aid. 

As his brown eyes locked onto the Alpha he could finally make out a name tag and knowing who the Alpha was hurt. But knowing it was one of George's side hurt even more. Was his friend hurting him extra? His heart tightened painfully. But the other five commands still rang in his body. Any more would break the fragile Omega. 

An omega could only endure a certain number of commands before it broke. And none of the commands that had already been imposed on him were about to let up. They were all long and hard. 

"Oh, we're not resisting at all today? How wonderful little Omega. Listen to me carefully...

Don't try anything stupid. Act normal."

Two more comments and Lando felt like he was wrapped in absorbent cotton. His body ached. An inner pain that literally paralyzed him. He wanted to scream for help, but no matter who had asked him if everything was all right, he had been rejected with a lie. The Alpha made him lie. 
Why did no one recognize his inner cries for help? 

Time must have flown by and he was found by a McLaren employee who wasn't exactly pleased that he wasn't in the car yet.

Fuck, why is he like this? Why is he so weak? 

Lando feels like a robot as he gets ready to get in the car; his body goes through the motions without his permission. He takes off his cooling vest, zips up his race suit, puts his earbuds in his ears, pulls on his balaclava, and buckles up his helmet. Each movement feels stiff and difficult, but nobody so much as asks if he’s alright. 

George is lined up behind Lando, in P3. As Lando turns to climb into the cockpit, he sees George looking at him, leaning against the sidepod of his car. Lando can’t make his body stop, but he certainly can see George give him a wave, and then a thumbs up, before he turns back to his own car. 

That motherfucker. 

When Lando gets his hands on him, he’s going to fucking kill him. It’s one thing for that alpha to have fucked with Lando of his own volition; it’s another entirely for him to have done it on George´s command. 

Landos  chest feels tight with panic. There’s nobody to save him now except himself. 

As he gets buckled into the car, Lando tries to communicate with his team in some way. Tries to stop them from doing up his seatbelt, tries to press his comms button, tries to do anything that will tell them that he’s not himself right now. That it’s unsafe for him to be in the car. 

That he’s about to do something that he does not want to do. 

Nothing works, and as the lights go out for the formation lap, Lando realises this is actually happening. He is about to purposefully crash into Max against his will. What if he hurts him? He likes Max, he doesn’t want to hurt him. He doesn’t want to crash. 

The commands work so well that Lando is even weaving against his will, eyes locked on the rear wing of Max’s Red Bull. He’s panting into his helmet, heart racing in his chest, and he wonders if Carlos can feel any of this.

Lap after lap passes Lando by. The endless colors swim together. The commands in his head always too present. 

Crash into Verstappen in lap 64...

Don't fight with Mercedes...

Carlos will get hurt...

Don't talk about it...

He will watch me....

The voice in his head drowned out the voice in his ear. His team, a quiet voice that couldn't compete with the commands.

The closer he got to round 64, the more restless he became. Mistakes crept in and his whole body began to tremble. Not only did he have to be on Max's tail by lap 64, no, he had to make them collide. Even if it meant risking their lives. 

Lando knew he was driving dangerously. He made unsteady maneuvers and risked himself and the race. 

Crash into Verstappen in lap 64...

Don't fight with Mercedes...

Carlos will get hurt...

Don't talk about it...

He will watch me....

The commands a constant companion in his head.

Crash into Verstappen in lap 64...

Don't fight with Mercedes...

Carlos will get hurt...

Don't talk about it...

He will watch me....

The Alpha's voice in his ear.

Crash into Verstappen in lap 64...

Don't fight with Mercedes...

Carlos will get hurt...

Don't talk about it...

He will watch me....

His body reacted without Lando's consent.

Crash into Verstappen in lap 64...

Don't fight with Mercedes...

Carlos will get hurt...

Don't talk about it...

He will watch me....

Everything blurred before his eyes.

Crash into Verstappen in lap 64...

Don't fight with Mercedes...

Carlos will get hurt...

Don't talk about it...

He will watch me....

Lando isn't entirely sure what, exactly, happens. He thinks maybe his front tire catches on Max's rear, or maybe his front wing just goes straight into Max's side pod. 

Crash into Verstappen in lap 64...

Don't fight with Mercedes...

Carlos will get hurt...

Don't talk about it...

He will watch me....

Whatever it is, his body snaps forward, the seatbelt and HANS stopping him from moving too far....

Metal crunched across the floor...

Crash into Verstappen in lap 64...

Don't fight with Mercedes...

Carlos will get hurt...

Don't talk about it...

He will watch me....

George's Mercedes passed him.

Crash into Verstappen in lap 64...

Don't fight with Mercedes...

Carlos will get hurt...

Don't talk about it...

He will watch me....

What on earth has he done....

What on earth had he done?

What on earth had he done?

What on earth had he done?

The question spun in his head like a carousel at a funfair. The colorful lights and horses passed him by.

Everyone saw Max as the guilty party in the accident. How would they react if they knew it was Lando? That he had driven Max into the accident?

He walked through the paddock as if in a trance. Despite the accident, Max had finished in the points, but George had come first. The Omega's plan had worked.

Lando just wanted to fall into Max's arms and finally tell him everything. His inner Omega longed for it. He wanted closeness and love. 

He felt abused. The invisible hands of the Alpha wrapped around his whole body. That's how he felt. 

Lando was a victim of himself.

He could never face his pack again. 

He was a terrible person. 

A terrible mate.

A terrible Omega.

With a sob, he slumped behind the Racing Bulls hospitality. 

Why didn't he leave him alone? 

Didn't the Alpha finally have what he wanted? 

Lando was already down?

Why was he so alone and powerless?

The Alpha's voice drilled into his brain again....

"Ruin everything. Be the mean and arrogant little bitch you really are. Hurt them deeply. Write what everyone thinks. What you really think about your packmates, Lando. Let them feel your hatred and how much you despise them. My good little Omega....."

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"You miserable bastard! Do you think you can fool me? How dare you betray me like that, huh?"

The alpha just laughed darkly. His brown eyes flashed with mirth as he looked down at the older man in front of him. It had been so easy to convince the older man in front of him of his idea.

After all, they both had a goal.

McLaren should lose.

Well, the team would manage that without outside help, but who would hold it against the Alpha. Lando was cute, especially when he was without clothes. The milky skin looked so soft and creamy. Who wouldn't want to touch it. And not only did he have the perfect stature for an Omega, no, he was also so easy to manipulate. 

A little doll that a man could play with if he wanted to. 

However, Lando was also so fragile. He didn't want to break his new toy the first time he played with it. A repair was expensive. But the little Brit had been so cheeky. He had liked him much better than he had been so willing.

Those huge, brown eyes, filled with tears. They were already glistening in the dark. I wonder how they glistened when the moon or the sun shone in them?

Oh, and when he thought of the sounds he could make. The pitches he hit and how desperate he sounded when he was about to climax. 

Disgust entered the Alpha's face. Instead of the strange Spaniard, he should have Lando under him and make him happy until he screamed. He would also only place his markings where no one else could see them. You had to be careful.

But getting in to his favorite was not so easy. And that's where the older man came in handy. He had access to the paddock if he wanted to. He could let anyone in and they both had the same goal after all. Even if their reasons couldn't have been more different. But who cared about the reason.

The result was so much more exciting!

His lips let out a morbid laugh. Tears of joy welled up in his brown eyes before he tilted his head to the side and fixed his brown eyes on the blue ones of the alpha sitting on the ground in front of him.

"You're sick!"

He laughed and shook his head. Him and sick? No. They were both exactly the same. They had their morals and ideals inside them. Implanted by parents, society and politics. They were exactly the same. 

"Me and sick? Oh no," he crouched down to the level of the older one so he could look him in the eye. "We're exactly the same...."

The only difference between them? His plan was far from complete....

He would get what was his....

Lando was in Monaco. The summer break had begun. But instead of spending it with Carlos, he was alone. His mate had broken off all contact with Austria. None of the others had spoken to him.
His Omega was screaming inside with longing for the others. He wanted to lie in Max's arms and be cared for by his pack omega, wanted to laugh and play games with his friends, wanted to annoy their coaches, wanted to crack jokes with Daniel, wanted to be with Carlos, but all he got was coldness.

The bond between the pack and Lando was broken. Where there had been that infinite warmth in his heart, there was now icy cold. The black emptiness ate him up from the inside and he wrapped the blanket tighter around his shivering body.

It seemed as if everyone had erased him from their thoughts after Austria. His parents didn't speak to him, his friends, his pack...

He was completely alone.

Yet Lando thrived on social contact and closeness to others.

The Omega just wanted to go back to the time when everything was normal. 

He wanted to scream out his fear. He wanted to shout his discomfort in his pack's face. He wanted so much to talk to Max and tell him everything.

He needed help.

He needed support.

Lando wasn't stupid, the commands still echoed in his head, he had never been properly released from them and so he still carried them around with him. And since he wasn't allowed to talk about them, his Omega couldn't tell anyone about them either.

In addition to the chills and loss of appetite, he had also had the feeling of being watched over the last few days. He was only at home but he constantly had the feeling that eyes were on him. As if someone was about to jump out of his closet and attack him.

But that couldn't be the case. He was alone. No one had been in his apartment for weeks except himself. Even Jon hadn't been here. Had only left his food and training schedule on his doorstep.

A sob broke from between his lips. His knees drew up to his chest so he could bury his face in them as he hugged himself. 

He just wanted to be loved and saved, damn it.

"We should talk to him Daniel."

"Max. I love and respect you very much. And I appreciate your instincts. But Lando said some very bad things to you less than four weeks ago and it's taken you a while to get back to your old self. Do you really think I'm going to let you go into that kind of danger again? He didn't just hurt you, he hurt the others too Max."

"I know that Daniel. And I can understand your worries and I'm aware of the danger. But Daniel. Lando has always needed contact and closeness more than others. You know how much his Omega needs it. And now he has no one. No one to be with him and protect him, warm him, love him and simply hold him in these difficult times."

Sometimes Daniel hated this side of Max. This maternal side that had a firm grip on his mate and that always came out when a member of the pack was in a bad way. It was not surprising that she reacted to Lando's absence. After all, he had been one of her pack poops that Max had taken particular care of.

"And what would you like to do now Max?" He could never say no to his soulmate. He would support him for eternity until death do them part.

"Let's go and talk to him. I want to hear his side and I can only do that if I talk to him. Then I can decide for myself whether I believe him and forgive him, or whether I will break off contact. Lando deserves to have his side heard Daniel."

The dark-haired alpha leaned back in his desk chair. With a squeak, the dark chair rolled backwards a little, allowing him to relax and place his feet on the tabletop while his eyes flitted over the bright images on his screens, observing the individual rooms.

A living room, his eyes took in the light beige sofa, the dark green carpet on the wooden floor, the open window front that led out onto a balcony, the television that was switched off at the moment and the many shelves filled with helmets, trophies and other souvenirs. Cute, he thought.

Then he looked at the kitchen, open, bright and untouched. Had his little angel not eaten in the last few days? He had to change that quickly, it would be a shame if he starved, he had so much better things planned for him.

His eyes remained glued to the leftmost screen. Sounds filtered through his speakers into the dark, empty room and a smile spread across his lips as he saw what was happening in the room.
The position of the camera gave him the perfect view into the bathroom where his beloved Omega was currently located. 

The much-too-large hoodie was lifted by milky skin and the small, dark-haired Omega bared his upper body. Well-built and slim. Just as he should be.

Even if he didn't look as beautiful as he did in Austria, the tears and fear looked much better on him than the emptiness he radiated. Was he sad?

His eyes slid hungrily over the screen and he gasped as the black boxer shorts came off his round bottom. Oh how he wanted to bury his hands in his hips and have the Omega beneath him.

His own hands slid down to his middle as Lando entered the shower. His right hand began to move rhythmically while his eyes remained fixed on his body.

He internalized every inch of it in his mind's eye while the curly-haired man washed and groomed himself. Did he have a visitor? Was someone stealing his Omega from under his nose?
The images flashed through his mind.

Lando beneath him and burying himself deep inside him.

How the slender body would writhe beneath him, what sounds he would make as he penetrated him again and again.

How sweet he would taste and how round he would be with her baby after he had come deep inside him.

He was his forever.

His omega.

Lando would never agree to a meeting. Of course, it wasn't the nicest thing to just turn up at someone's house, but they simply had to surprise him to get a truthful answer.

But when they got to the door of the apartment and rang the bell, no one opened the door for them at first. After Daniel rang the bell a third time, the bright door opened and Lando appeared in their field of vision. His hair was still damp and sticking out in all directions. He seemed to have come out of the shower.

"What...what are you doing here?"

"We want to talk Lando. About what happened," Max explained their request briefly and succinctly.

The smaller man's gaze slid uncertainly over the Packomega and the Alpha rather than into his apartment. A shiver ran down his spine.

"I... I," he swallowed. He didn't feel safe in his apartment, but he didn't want to discuss the subject outside. With the two of them in the apartment was also out of the question. His fear slid through his veins and made him shiver. The shiver was a clear sign of his discomfort. 

He couldn't look either of them in the eye and his fingers fiddled restlessly with his sleeves.

"Lando? We don't need to talk now and we don't need to talk here. But I want you to know that we just want to understand what happened this weekend ok? We'd like to help you."

The Omega looked to his Packomega and nodded weakly. 

"Not here...please..."

Immediately Max and Daniel nodded and concern entered their gaze as well as smell. Was something wrong? What was Lando so afraid of? Was there someone threatening him?

"Yes, ok Lando. Where do you want to talk? With us? Or do you want to talk first in the packing room at the next race? Or somewhere else entirely? With another pack member? Whatever you want Lando."

He had to tell the pair. They would surely be able to help him. He needed their help.

"I need your help... I'm not alone... since Austria... I'm so scared... Please..."

Max and Daniel looked at each other and the next moment Max grabbed Lando's right arm and pulled him out of his apartment while Daniel closed the door. Before the younger man knew it, Max was pulling him down the stairs to the exit.

Lando closed his eyes before a sob escaped his lips.

He was safe

He would get help

Where was he? 

The Alpha had been away from the screen for 10 minutes and now he couldn't find his Omega anywhere. His eyes darted nervously over all the screens, scanning all the images to find the brown-haired curly-haired man, but all he could see was an empty apartment. 

A loud growl rumbled in his throat. Anger rose in his body and with a loud yell, expressing his frustration at the loss of the Omega, he smashed his left fist into the left screen in front of him.

It shattered and the dark-haired man could only stare in bewilderment at the now black and splintered screen.

His little bitch would pay for that. 

Maybe it was time to pay him a visit....

"What happened in Austria, Lando?"

The Omega was sitting on the armchair in Max and Daniel's living room. The two of them had pulled him in and tried to make him as comfortable as possible, but Lando had only retreated to the armchair. 

Crash into Verstappen in lap 64...

Don't fight with Mercedes... 

Carlos will get hurt...

Don't talk about it...

He will watch me....

A shiver ran down his spine and he buried himself in the blanket Max had given him. It smelled like the pack and he realized how much he was beginning to relax as the scents of the pack, his pack, entered his system.

His inner Omega purred contentedly and he finally began to purr with joy again after weeks. He finally had the pack with him again. At least that's what his omega told himself. The rational part of Lando knew that he was still alone.

Crash into Verstappen in lap 64...

Don't fight with Mercedes...

Carlos will get hurt...

Don't talk about it...

He will watch me....

He looked up at Max and Daniel before lowering his gaze again

Don't talk about it...

Don't talk about it...

Don't talk about it...

Don't talk about it...

TALK ABOUT IT!!!!

He looked up at the two of them again and swallowed. He would hurt him, what if HE was watching him? Did he know where he was? Would he hurt the others? Would he hurt his pack?

"There was this Alpha........" his voice trembled as he spoke. Tears dripped down onto the fluffy blanket and in the end he found himself in the arms of his packomegas. Oh how much he had missed him. The knot in his chest finally loosened and all the love and warmth returned to his body. He was finally safe again in the arms that held him so tightly and gave him all the security he had missed in the last few weeks. 

He had finally told them everything. Well, not everything. This feeling of being watched remained and germinated like a seed in his chest.

He looked at the old alpha. They were both the same height. What made them different on the outside? The color of their eyes, the wrinkles, the hair and the ugliness of the old bastard in front of him.

Like father like son. His son didn't look particularly handsome either. How he could find an alpha remained unfathomable to the dark-haired man. Not everyone could afford such beauty as his little angel.

His little angel had still not returned to his apartment. His little omega was on the loose. But he couldn't have gone far, he had left the most important thing at home.

He had probably sought refuge with his pack. He clicked his tongue in disgust. He should tear this support away from him. He thought he had already done so successfully. But that pesky Packomega had turned up and of course had to ruin everything he had so painstakingly built up.

A clearing of his throat snapped him out of his thoughts and his eyes turned back to the old bag in front of him.

"I thought you wanted to get your next assignment," the blond sack hissed and little drops of spit flew across the table and onto his piece of cake.

Now it was up to him to hiss in annoyance and push the plate away. Disgusting.

"What should I do?" he asked with a grin on his lips. Anything for his little angel. His beloved little Omega that would soon be all his.

"Let McLaren, Ferrari and Mercedes take themselves out. Let them play against each other. As long as Red Bull wins, anything is fine with me. And if they have to break their legs."

A laugh bubbled up in his chest and he stroked his own full head of hair. It broke free from his chest, bubbled over his lips and rang out in the cafe room.

His hands slammed down on the table as he leaned forward, all eyes on him, oh how he relished the attention. His tongue slid over his bottom lip, his eyes sparkled wildly and his grin stretched across his face.

"With pleasure..."

The first meeting with the pack took place at Max and Daniel's house. Not everyone was there, Lando had wished that not everyone would come. He wanted to be alone and talk to some of them, but not others. They scared him.

But the one he really wanted to meet was George. He had not forgotten what had happened before the start. The images, just like the commands, were burned into his brain. 

Had George been behind it and had he done him all this harm?

He had told Max about it the night before.  The two of them lay snuggled up in the nest of the Omega. Daniel was in the kitchen cooking dinner while Lando lay with his head on Max's chest and listened to the other's calm rhythm.

Finally being able to lie with his Packomega again and being enveloped by his scent filled him in a way he couldn't describe. 

"I think George has something to do with it...with the Alpha..."

Max's hand in his hair came to rest and his scent changed slightly to a sour one.

"Why do you think that?"

"When I got in the car, before the start, he looked at me and waved. The Alpha was wearing a Mercedes top. George has never waved to me before a race. No matter where we started from. As soon as we were on the track, George was completely different."

Max started cuddling him again and he buried his face in the older Omega's fluffy sweater.

"I don't think so Lando. Me and Lewis will ask him about it. But I don't think he had anything to do with it. I can't imagine that. You two have known each other for years."

Lando snorted out.

"That doesn't mean anything. He's an Omega, too. He can also be under command like me. Oh God, what if the Alpha manipulated him like he did me?"

"Lando. I don't think so. George has behaved normally and talked a lot with Lewis about how to help you. He stood up for you in front of the FIA. It would be strange if he was manipulated too."

"We should definitely inform Christian that there is an Alpha in Mercedes who is a danger to the whole paddock. Toto has to do something to ensure safety," Daniel entered the room with a tray containing the three plates. The steaming dinner spread its smell around the room and Lando's mouth watered. He simply loved Daniel's cooking.

"That's what we'll do. I'll write to Lewis and he'll get right back to Toto. But the team bosses need to know too. It can be a danger to any of us. We'll take care of it darling ok."

Lando nodded and closed his eyes as he snuggled up to Daniel, who had pulled him into a hug to reassure him.

"But let's eat first. I'm so hungry."

Fittingly, the Packomega's stomach began to growl and the three of them started to laugh.

Lando spent 14 days with Max and Daniel. During this time, the three of them worked on getting the pack to trust Lando again. And it looked good. The Pack members were willing to get close to Lando again and after Max had explained to the Pack everything that had happened, Lando just couldn't bring himself to say it, Lewis had freed him from the commands and he finally felt like he did before. 

Now his Packomega and his Alpha were traveling to Ibiza, so Lando inevitably had to return to his own apartment. 

As soon as he entered the building, the familiar shiver ran down his spine. His discomfort returned immediately. He began to sweat and tremble at the same time and his stomach did somersaults with fear.

He wanted to go back immediately and never come back here again. But it wasn't that simple. At least Carlos would come to him today and stay for the next four days. The Spanish alpha had called it rapprochement.

When he opened his door, he immediately paused. Something was wrong. There was an odor throughout the apartment that he knew. That he knew all too well. 

Fear immediately spread through him. 

He had been here.

He had been watching him.

He entered his living room and immediately noticed the basket and the map. He grabbed it with trembling fingers. As he grabbed it, the contents of the basket scattered across his table. Photos upon photos. Private and public ones were spread across the table and floor. He felt sick. He wasn't just being watched. He had a stalker. The card fell to the floor, opened, a melody played from it and his eyes found the contents of the white, glittering card, while the melody and the words burned themselves into his brain.

In a neat script, the words jumped out at him.

"The game has just begun.

-M.S./J.V"

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Oliver swallowed nervously. He wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs as he followed Charles. The Omega had been nothing but friendly, open and helpful. He had shown him everything and imparted so much knowledge to the youngster in just a few hours that Oliver's head was spinning from all the information he had to process. After all, he didn't want to make any mistakes on his first time in Formula 1. And so he gratefully accepted Charles' guidance. 

What he hadn't expected was that Charles would take him straight to the packing area where all the other drivers could be. Oliver had never met any of the others personally in the packing rooms. And he would prefer not to. He had also tried to explain this to Charles, but the older Omega had only looked at him in confusion and intertwined their fingers to lead him safely through the paddock and into the separate area that belonged only to the pack. 

Even as they stepped through the doors into the corridors, the younger man was struck by the smells of the older riders. Was it normal to suddenly feel sick? Oliver could have sworn that he wanted to hide and throw up and then run away. That's how nervous and unsure this whole situation made him.

Why was the beta so nervous? In Formula 2, there were clear rules that had to be followed. They also had a Pack Alpha and a Pack Omega, but the structures there were hierarchical and cool. The omega and the alpha with the most points were the pack leaders. Everyone else had to obey them. They set the rules and anyone who didn't follow them was punished. So it was not unusual for power games to be played out. Younger children experienced abuse and violence. Formula 2 was like a battlefield. If you didn't get hurt on the track, you would get hurt in the paddock by those closest to you.

When Oliver got the call that he would be driving for Carlos Sainz in Formula 1, a shiver ran down his spine at first. 

Firstly, because it was a huge step to prove himself for a place in the premier class.

Secondly, because he was allowed to sit in a Ferrari for at least two days.

Thirdly, because he was able to accompany and get to know all the drivers he had looked up to and admired for years.

And last but not least, because this step in his life, his life in Formula 2, would change him for the worse. He knew only too well what would await him after his return to the smaller class and panic was already spreading through his whole body just thinking about what they could do to him without helping him.

A law in Formula 2? Nobody rushed to help you. The fear of being the next victim was far too great. The abuse and violence were overlooked by everyone. You could scream for help and go to the FIA and nothing would happen. After all, Formula 2 drivers were supposed to be made into tough guys who could deal with the hate and anger of the premier class. 

They told horror stories about the Formula 1 pack and tried to scare them. Weakness would bring you down and destroy everything you had worked for for years. Drivers would take advantage of you, teammates who would psychologically manipulate each other until one would break, other drivers who would oppress you if you didn't suit them and much more. From threats to sexual abuse in teams, it was all there. 

"-er. -iver. Oliver. Hey, you ok? You're really pale all of a sudden."

Charles' voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked into the brown eyes of his passing teammate. He had to answer him and so he nodded slightly as he swallowed again. Inwardly, he thanked himself for using blocker and not smelling like anything that made him look like a beta. 

"You're sure? They want to meet you and I think you too. But we can leave too if thats better for you?"

"I ehm I eh no. We ca- we can go in. I am fine!" Besides his stammering and stuttering, his statement didn't sound as credible as he would have liked. But Charles didn't seem to mind, because he started to smile again. His previously worried expression loosened and made way for this enchanting smile that captivated many. 

How many stories Oliver had to listen to of Alphas talking about Charles as if he was someone cheap. Someone you could soil and then throw away. The Alphas of Formula 2 often talked about their wet dreams and fantasies. How they had jerked off to pictures and videos of Omegas, what they would do to them and how good they must feel under them. And it was often the Omegas from Formula 1 who were affected, especially Charles, Lando and Oscar. But others were also too keen to have the three-time world champion underneath them and do-mine the Dutchman until he begged for their mercy. 

Charles and Oliver walked down the corridor. To the left and right, he could see doors and corridors with even more doors. As if Charles could read his mind, he answered Oliver's questions.
"We have rooms here for every member of our pack. Just in case you want some peace and quiet but still want the smells of the others with you. Then we have the rooms for heats and ruts behind this door. However, these are only used if it suddenly happens. Just as emergency rooms. And that happens rather rarely or in exceptional cases. Then we have rooms there that are full of material for our nests etc. Feel free to help yourself there if you would like to have something from us. The things there are all sorted according to our names and keep our scent for 2 to 3 weeks. Otherwise, the bathrooms, showers and storage rooms are here."

Now they stopped in front of a large, bright double door. Oliver could recognize the smells of almost all the drivers and his nervousness increased even more. He would have liked to take his legs in his hands and run away. But instead, he ran his fingers through his hair again, straightened his clothes and then let Charles open the door after the younger man forced himself to smile. 
The older Omega next to Oliver opened the door and immediately greeted everyone in the room: "I brought Olli with me!"

All eyes immediately turned to the Briton, who nervously glided his eyes around the huge room, which looked so much different from Formula 2. On the right-hand side, he could see a kitchen that was fully equipped. On the left-hand side, which was a window front, were some nests. In the room itself, there were two open arches in the wall behind the kitchen that led to other rooms. In the main room there were sofas, a table with chairs and nests of different shapes and colors everywhere. Around 15 riders from the pack were gathered in this room and scattered around. They cuddled together in nests, cooked in the kitchen, set up furniture, played Mario Kart together in front of the big TV or stuck their heads out of the adjoining rooms to see the new arrival. 

"Hey Oliver!", he was greeted almost unanimously and shyly returned a quiet hello while his cheeks were certainly red. 

"Come on. Max and Lewis are still with their teams, meetings and stuff, but I don't think I need to introduce you to the others, do I?"

Oliver just shook his head. No, Charles didn't need to introduce the others. As they walked further into the room, the beta noticed that none of the other drivers were in the kitchen, but Max and Lando's coaches were cooking food. He had forgotten their names. Why were they in here? And why was he just allowed into the packing room without an invitation from the Packome-ga or Alpha?

Charles pulled him to one of the many sofas Pierre was sitting on. The Alpha welcomed his mate with open arms. The Monegasque snuggled up to his alpha and then knocked next to him: "Come and sit down Olli. I still have a match open with Lando and Oscar in Mario Kart and you have to help me beat them!" And without waiting for an answer, Pierre pressed the controller into his hand.

Why was the older Alpha tolerating him so close to him? And why should they play a game together? 

Oliver was just confused about everything. Pack life here was so different from Formula 2 and he felt so lost and helpless? All the things he thought he had learned were useless? 
Time flew by as he played Mario Kart with the other three Omegas. He relaxed with every joke and laugh from the others. The stiffness that came from his insecurity gradually left his body. 

But when the door opened almost an hour after Oliver's arrival and Max entered with Daniel and Lewis, he immediately tensed up. The controller slipped from his hands and landed on the floor in front of the sofa with a loud noise that drew the attention of everyone else to the British Beta. 

With huge, fear-filled eyes, Oliver stared at the three arrivals, who were just as shocked by his reaction as the rest of the riders. 

"I am sorry Omega Max and Alpha Lewis... I didn't meant to come into your space without you! I leave, please just don't hurt me!" 

He immediately rose from his seat, his whole body tense and shaking with stress as his hands clenched at his sides. 

Max, Daniel and Lewis just looked in shock at Oliver, who moved closer to them to leave the room, hoping that the Omega and the two Alphas wouldn't hurt him for his stupidity in trusting another pack member like that.  

The young Beta kept his gaze lowered and stopped in front of the three newcomers to offer them the back of his neck. He cocked his head to one side, exposing his most sensitive parts. 
"Oliver...?" Max, who was standing right in front of him, looked at him in confusion. "Hey, please, don't do that. Not with us," the Packomega reached out to gently straighten his head. "You're welcome here Olli. Come sit down with me will you? I made a big nest in here earlier. It's so comfortable."

As tenderly as possible, the omega grabbed Oliver's fisted hands to release them. To achieve this, he stroked the back of the younger beta's pale hand with his thumbs. 

"Come with me."

Oliver followed Max without replying. His fear that the Omega would do something else to him was greater. Especially since Daniel and Lewis were also in the room, and as Pack Alpha and Mate of the Pack Omega, they could exert even more power over him.

Max led him into one of the side rooms where the Pack-omega's huge nest was located. When they reached the edge of the nest, Max took off his shoes and stepped over the edge into the construct of blankets, pillows, clothes and cuddly toys of all kinds. The bright colors blurred into a soup of patterns and colors before the beta's eyes as tears welled up in his eyes.

His breathing quickened uncomfortably and he squinted his eyes as panic overcame him. It ran up his spine and left him shaking. The panic spread its coldness all over his body.

He became vaguely aware of Max's form kneeling in the nest in front of him. The lowlander looked up at him. At least that's what he assumed. 

"Shhht.... Take deep breaths schatje. Do you want to sit down? Let me pull of your shoes so you can lie down and be comfortable?"

The only thing Oliver wanted to do was cry. Max was so gentle and caring and this unaccustomed kindness finally released the tears that had been building up. His whole body shook with every sob as he simply stood in front of the nest. 

He felt Max move towards him and then two arms wrapped around him. His head found a place on one shoulder and with each breath, the pheromones of the packomega flowed through his body, which relaxed with each passing minute. 

Since Max had been accepted as a packomega by his pack and it had chosen him, his pheromones took on a special meaning. A light touch that only the pack could perceive. So Oliver was surprised that he could sense these pheromones himself. 

Max held him tightly in his arms. He spoke softly to the beta. He gently stroked his short blond hair and purred in a soothing tone until Oliver felt like pudding in his arms.

"Shhht you're safe here. We'd never hurt you. It's ok. Let it all out." 

The older man's voice was like an anchor in his fear and anxiety. She held him close and showed him the way out. But he still didn't understand why Max wouldn't punish him. Was he deliberately keeping him waiting so that the pain of betrayal would be greater? Was it a tactic used here in F1? Oh god, was the whole lot of them involved? Should he never have trusted Charles? 

But all his thoughts came to a halt as Max sank backwards and Oliver was inevitably pulled along. He landed next to Max, the impact he had prepared himself for with a shocked intake of breath never came.

Instead, all he felt were soft blankets and pillows?

Max was lying half under him, he was about to sit up when he was pulled back down. 

"Please let me go Omega Max..." he whimpered desperately.

"Oliver. You don't have to mention our genders when you talk to us. I'm just Max. I'm sure you're here shatje. Whatever happens in Formula 2, it will never happen here. Not in the paddock, not with the teams and certainly not in the safe spaces for our pack."

Oliver spent the next few minutes, he didn't even know how long, crying. He sobbed and only felt Max soothing him in his own special way.

He didn't even notice that the rest of the pack had come to the archway to check on him. 

At some point he felt ready to face reality and so he detached himself a little from Max's chest to look around. At that moment, a Beta entered the room.

"Hey, I thought maybe Oliver could use a hot chocolate?"

Max's chest vibrated as he gave a reply that made the youngest look startled at that one.

"Thanks Brad. Your chocolate is the best for moments like this. Did you make any for the others?"

Brad? Ahh...now he remembered. Brad was Max's trainer.  He had seen him in the kitchen earlier. He wasn't allowed any sweets! But before he could say no, Brad had already placed the tray next to the nest with the two cups on it.

"Of course I did. Lando would have been complaining the whole time," Brad laughed and Oliver immediately heard the voice of the British Omega, who spoke up.

"Hey, that's not true!"

"Lando, drink your chocolate," came Carlo's voice and it only brought a laugh from Brad and Max.

The hot chocolate felt good. It warmed his body in an inner way that soothed Oli-ver. Whatever was in that cup, he hoped it wasn't something bad that would limit him for the race. But he was actually a competitor for Max and his team. Or was it a job within the pack that Brad had carried out?

"You're not saying anything, but everyone who has come out of Formula 2 in the last few years has been like you. Scary, insecure, absent and, I'm sorry to say, hard to integrate into the pack. I just want you to know that no matter what happens down there in the lower classes, it doesn't happen here. They're trying to talk you into rules down there that just don't exist in Formula 1. Not since Seb and Lewis. Not under Lewis and me. Whatever happens to you again, we look forward to you being with us in 2025. Then we can finally show you the beautiful side of a pack and how valuable such a pack is."

Oliver let the words play around in his head. Oscar and Logan looked so much happier than they had in Formula 2. And Charles had been so nice to him. Everyone had been so nice to him.
So was that normal? If so, he would never want to go back down to the other caliber. He would want to stay here forever. Hopefully he would get the seat in the Haas for 2025. 

"Come here sweetheart," Max pulled him to his side and only now did Oliver notice the tears on his cheeks and how they dripped down into his cup. 

"Let it all out. We'll stand up for you, Oli. And no matter what happens to you in For-mel 2, you have our numbers. Please write to us.  Lewis and I will take care of it. We are listened to. And we're here to help you ok schatje?"

Oliver just nodded and a short time later the other drivers and trainers were bustling around the nest. And for the first time in a long time, Oli felt what it was like to be in a pack that supported and protected each other. And he knew that his time in Formula 1 would be the most challenging, but also the most enjoyable of his entire career. Not only because he got to drive with names like Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton, but also because they had a pack. A real, genuine pack, bursting with love and affection for each other.  A pack that would protect him and in which he could finally be safe. 

"I'm going to be your pack pup, aren't I?"

Max, who was sitting next to Oliver, nodded at his question and a look came into his blue eyes that the 19-year-old couldn't quite interpret yet.

"Oh no, Oliver. You're not going to be our pack pup, you're already our Pup. To be more precise, you're Charles Pup.""Charles! Pierre! Your first child!"

"Lando..." sighed several voices in the nest while Oliver began to laugh.

Yes, he wanted to stay here forever....

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Comes crawling out of her dark room

Hi everybody! Do you even know my name anymore?

Almost a year has passed since my last update. And what can I say. A lot has happened.

I have an anxiety disorder! :D

I've completed my training as a nursery teacher!

I have found a job!

I found a flat!

I've expanded my circle of friends!

And you will all be thinking to yourselves now that this is completely normal and why is she telling me all this now?

Well, I fought for a long time to be diagnosed with my anxiety disorder. I finally found a place in therapy and I think everyone knows how difficult that is. A lot has happened and unfortunately that's also the reason why nothing more has come here. And it won't come again.

I haven't watched a single race of the new season. I'm no longer interested in Formula 1, which sounds strange because I've been watching Formula 1 for ages. I can't understand a lot of the decisions made by the FIA etc and they've ruined the sport for me. But I haven't heard anything more than via Instagram this year. So I'm still informed, but I can no longer fully support a team like I did back then. What's more, I haven't read any fan fiction from Formula 1 fandom for months. I've read so little in the past year on AO3 in general. 

And it feels so strange because AO3 has been something I've consumed every day since corona. Even if it was only 30 minutes, it was a ritual. I met friends through it, ships, fandoms and much more.

But I also changed a lot as a person. I've found a love for DND/pen and paper, I've been playing every month in my group since September last year and it's just so much fun! I've also recently started playing Magic actively and I've finally started drawing and painting again.

For me at least the writing ends here on AO3. Which sounds so stupid because I started SOF again and it was all done and written. But I never opened all the documents again. Even Packmom Max still has some chapters that I never published because I just didn't want to anymore. From writer's and editor's block to the loss of my interest in Formula 1.

I'm grateful for everyone who still reads my fanfictions, for every comment and every kudo. I will set all my fanfictions to closed, but you can still read them. My account and my works will remain.

Thank you for everyone who has accompanied and supported me.

Thank you for everyone I was allowed to get to know.

Thank you all for reading this far!

~Nalinii