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Porsche stops the artificial, lukewarm rain shower that's pounding down on his overheated body with perfect pressure.
After hours of restless wakefulness, he's escaped from bed to the bathroom. It's too early. He hates these days of waiting when his own skin feels too tight for him.

He takes a soft rag from the low shelf. He places one of his long legs on the tiles of the oversized shower area.
Porsche is about to bend down when two cool arms embrace him.

"I hope it isn't what it looks like," mutters the voice, which, especially in situations like this, triggers a delicious twitch in his lower abdomen.

Porsche lets his head sink back. "What does it look like?" he breathes back velvety in reply.

A muffled growl comes from behind him. "Like you're trying to deprive me of a nightly dose of my favorite drug."

"I reserve that right for myself if this annoying condition, at certain hours, prevents me from sleeping." Porsche curls the corners of his mouth into a small smile.

"Let you be freed from this problem, which you find so unpleasant."

Kinn kisses his way down his neck to his collarbone, then wraps his left arm more tightly around Posche's narrow waist. His right hand travels down his flank, over the hardness of his pelvic bone, and then to where his tissue softens. The rough fingers trace patterns over his mons pubis, sometimes delicate, sometimes strong and possessive.

Porsche inhales between gritted teeth and, in turn, grasps Kinn's neck, pulling him closer to him.

The muscular body presses itself against his back. "Very slowly, Thī̀rạk. We have time."

Porsche groans under his breath. He feels Kinn's smile against his neck.

Now the fingers sneak between his labia and moisten them with the slick that had collected there, which Porsche wanted so carelessly wiped away just a few minutes ago. They spread the slippery warmth and find their way back to where they were just now, a little deeper. They linger there, drawing only tiny, barely noticeable circles.

"Kinn, please." Porsche wanted to roll his eyes at the pleading undertone in his own voice.

"I'm right here. Calm down, my beautiful."

Porsche sighs, and a growl escapes his throat. Teeth now join the lips on his neck.

During one of these playful bites, Kinn's index finger finally penetrates him, overcoming this increasingly tight spot and conquering its place inside him.

"I'm already here."

The finger curls and finds that one special spot far too easily. It moves there far too slowly, triggering small waves of pleasure. Just a tremble on the glassy water.

Porsche tenses and throws himself back with all his strength, but Kinn's grip is relentless.

"Now, Thī̀rạk, we don't want to get naughty,"Kinn hushes.

The finger remains still, Porsche's walls clamping around it. Porsche gasps angrily.

Now Kinn's left hand also wanders, but his clamped position remains unchanged. The fingers of his left hand find Porsche's clitoris and deliberately stimulate the bulge of the erectile tissue, which is so much larger than expected. They apply just the right amount of pressure.

Porsche moans and sinks against Kinn.

"That's good,"the Alpha purrs.

Porsche's body becomes soft and yielding.

"Yes, just like that."

Porsche's muscles release Kinn's index finger, and it moves more generously. Pushes deeper. Another finger quickly joins it, then another. But still slowly. Almost agonizingly.

Kinn sits down on the stone bench and pulls Porsche with him in one fluid motion. He turns him toward him so that Porsche has to place his knees on either side of his thigh.

Porsche can see Kinn's dark eyes and the hungry expression in them. He knows him all too well, and he knows full well that Kinn is far from finished playing his game.

Kinn withdraws his fingers, and Porsche cries out in irritation.

"Shh." Kinn grasps his hip and gently pushes him down onto his lap, then stops again. Much too quickly. His penis touches Porsche's entrance.

His insides are pulsing. Hot and urgent. Porsche digs his fingernails into Kinn's shoulder, leaving angry red marks there.

"I know. Thī̀rạk, I know. You want me inside you. Your vagina is contracting. But it wants me to stretch it so badly. I know." A finger sneaks back to his entrance. "You feel your wetness running out of you and you can't stop it. That's okay." Kinn is so incredibly calm. "What do we have here?" The finger teasingly pokes his clitoris. "Your little pearl."

"Kinn!" Porsche screams.

His growl grows louder. This is no longer a game. Not for him, and certainly not for the Omega with whom he shares his soul. The wolf in him wants to see blood. Hot red blood. Running down their Alpha's throat and mixing with the water on the floor.

Kinn gently rubs Porsche's clit.

"It wants to be caressed by me. The way you like it best. Slowly at first, then a little faster. A little more pressure." His own fingers follow Kinn's words and play with his clitoris. "Do you like that, my little Omega? Is your lower abdomen contracting even more? Can you feel your desire?"

Tears well up in Porsche's eyes. They run hotly down his cheeks. The pulsing becomes unbearable.

"Please, Kinn. I can't anymore. Please!" Now he begs. The wave inside him builds.

"Thī̀rạk, you can." Kinn's fingers slow down again, poking the bundle of nerves again. He laughs as Porsche twitches. "Like a fish out of water, my little darling."

Porsche gasps. "Alpha. Alpha, please!" He drums his fists against Kinn's back, but he's relentless.

"It's a good thing I'm holding you, Omega. Otherwise, you'd probably escape me and play with your clit yourself. You'd be lying on your back with your legs spread, fucking yourself. Shameless. Like always."

The fingers resume their circles. The waves crash steadily onto the shore. Powerfully. And in the distance, something so much bigger is building. A wave that swallows everything.

Porsche sobs. The tears obscure his vision. He trembles, stopping his attempts to fight. It's hard to breathe. He feels dizzy.

"Anakinn."

At that moment, his alpha penetrates him, sinking his cock into the hot tightness, and for a moment, everything goes black before Porsche's eyes. The wave sweeps him away. It tosses his body around like a rotten piece of driftwood and pulls him into the endless depths.

As the oxygen flows back into his lungs, Porsche is startled. For a moment, he doesn't know where he is.
His heart is racing and his chest rises and falls with strain.

"Shh, Thī̀rạk. I'm here. You're not alone, my beautiful one."

Porsche opens his eyes. They're lying on their bed. Kinn is above him. He rests his forehead against Porsche's, and for a moment, they simply breathe. That lasts until Porsche's heartbeat has finally calmed down a bit.

He wants to move, wants to pull Kinn towards him and bury himself inside him, but a hot pulling in his abdomen stops him in mid-movement.
Kinn is still inside him. One of his large hands rests on the small bulge below his belly button. The fire still glows inside, but softer now. Pleasantly warming.

"Stay calm. You were amazing, Omega." Kinn caresses the stretched area of their union. "Let me enjoy you a little longer." His pelvis circles gently, and his fingers find Porsche's clit again.

They lure the waves back to the shore. Small ripples in a languid rhythm. A new sound emerges from Porsche's throat.
A kind of cooing.

"Oh, you like that, my darling. I know." Kinn's thrusts are so precise, yet so careful. "Do you notice where I am?"

Porsche's eyes widen. His pupils are dilated. He breathes in short gasps.

"This is your cervix. And today it's so soft and yielding. Just right for me, my little Omega." Kinn continues caressing him. "This is where you welcomed my seed earlier, taking it deep within you."

He jerks his pelvis forward at a different angle.

Porsche sighs. His hands clutch the pillows, weak.

"Have you conceived for me yet, Thī̀rạk?" The hand on his stomach suddenly feels heavy. "We'll see. But I'm sure a pup will grow here in the next few months. Well protected and loved."
Kinn kisses him. "You are doing so great."

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Porchay lounges with his legs tucked up on the sofa in Kinn and Porsche's suite. He balances an open box of chocolates on his knees. The oversized ribbon of the wrapper has carelessly slipped to the floor. Every few minutes, he tosses one of the sweet delicacies into his mouth. The tart chocolate melts on his tongue, mingling with the sweet and sour taste of the berry filling.

Porchay sinks back into the mountain of pillows behind him and watches the spectacle unfold before his eyes. The double doors to Porsche's nest are wide open. The guards are lined up along the wall. They are all clutching a variety of nesting materials, from furs to silk pillows and handmade blankets to thick wool throws and sheer sheets.

His brother stands in the depression set in the floor, growling angrily to himself. He has just tossed a pillow he had just placed out of the nest in Porchay's direction.
The morning had actually started quite relaxed. Rain clouds hung low over the skyscrapers of Bangkok, and everything was bathed in dim light. Porchay had arranged to meet Porsche for brunch. He was eager to try out this new café serving Italian specialties, but his brother didn't appear in the lobby at the appointed time. He finally found him here, where Porsche had apparently decided to completely renovate his carefully designed nest.

"What's going on here?" Tankhun raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow questioningly. He's strode into the suite, followed by Arm and Pol, and now plops down next to Porchay. His hair is wet, and he's wearing a floor-length bathrobe. Tankhun had used the morning for an extensive swim followed by a massage.

"He's gone crazy," Porchay mumbles between crunchy almonds and cream.

Tankhun also fishes a candy out of the box, holds it in the air for a few seconds, and examines it closely. "Is there something you want to tell us, Porsche?" he asks casually.

Porsche turns his head and meets the piercing gaze of his Alpha's eldest brother. It's far too crowded here. The guards he himself had ordered into his nest suddenly make him nervous. Nothing feels right. And then he suddenly knows what he's been longing for all morning, and for which no amount of expensive stuff could replace it.

"Let my car pull up, Big. Now! I'm going out."

Raindrops patter against the tinted windows of the limousine. The air conditioning is running at full blast, blocking out Bangkok's midday heat.

Porsche closes his eyes for a brief moment and lets his right hand slide under his linen shirt. He gently strokes his slightly swollen belly. He doesn't even know it yet; it's just this new feeling. Kinn has spent the last few days almost exclusively in his office, never really had time, and somehow Porsche doesn't want to disappoint him with a potentially negative test. If only he could finally muster up the courage to take a test... His stomach clenches, and Porsche pushes the thought aside.

He won't do this alone. No, he will take this test, but he will know his best friend is by his side. The one who will hold him and dry his tears of disappointment or joy.

The elevator takes them directly to the top floor of the hospital complex. Porsche heads purposefully toward the first door in the light-filled hallway. Big follows him a few steps behind. Porsche carefully pushes the handle and freezes. The room is empty. The crisp white sheets of the hospital bed are untouched. The comfortable armchair is deserted.

"Big, bring me someone who knows something here right away. I want to know what's going on."

"Of course, Khun Porsche." The bodyguard bows and disappears around the corner.

Porsche's toe hits the floor uncomfortably.

A few minutes later, Big returns with a male nurse.

The nurse bows shyly. "How may I help you, Khun?"

"I'd like to know the location of one of your patients. Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun. He was admitted here a few weeks ago." Porsches voice is clear.

The nurse taps nervously on the tablet he carries. Then he shakes his head. "We don't have a patient by that name on our ward. I'm sorry."

Porsche is getting impatient. This can't all be true. "Bring me the director of this clinic immediately before I lose control," he growls.

The clinic director is a short, round man with a receding hairline. His designer shirt is tight around his stomach, and the thick watch on his wrist flashes with his every movement. "Khun Porsche. It's an honor. What brings you to us? I hope there isn't a health issue."

"I'll decide whether there's a problem here. Where is Vegas Theerapanyakun? He's a patient at your clinic. Alpha Kinn has entrusted him to your care. I demand an explanation."

The clinic director is sweating and frantically wipes beads of perspiration from his forehead with a handkerchief. "Khun Porsche, there's been a misunderstanding. Khun Kinn didn't extend the terms of his cousin's stay in the family ward. The Omega who accompanied him couldn't cover the costs of his continued treatment under these standards. So the patient was transferred to the ward appropriate to his financial status. We didn't want to bother you further with this. Please understand."

"You're joking," Porsche grumbles through his teeth.

Big places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Porsche can see that the bodyguard has discreetly reached for his gun.

The hospital director stammers, struggling for the right words. "I'm really sorry. If I had known you weren't informed about this, I obviously wouldn't have agreed to the transfer."

"Where is Vegas now?"

The small man becomes frantic.

There's a roaring in Porsche's ears. A slender figure enters his field of vision. It's a petite woman with wild curls and small laugh lines around her eyes. She bows deeply. "Khun Porsche, I looked after Khun Vegas during his time here on our ward. I know where he was kept after that. I can take you to him if you wish."

"This will have repercussions." Porsche's voice drips with contempt. Then he nods to the nurse. "Please. We'll follow you."

They drive to the ground floor of the clinic. The nurse leads them through winding corridors. It's loud and stuffy here. At the end of a dark corridor, the nurse finally stops.

Porsche's nostrils flare. He smells the unmistakable scent of an Omega in distress. Pete's unmistakable scent of salt, sea, and island air is almost unrecognizable. It smells pungent now. Like the brackish water in the harbor where the fish waste from the boats is dumped.

Porsche opens the door to a tiny room with no windows. There's only a narrow bed and a single rickety chair. The air is still in the room. The lightbulb in the corner flickers dimly.

Vegas is lying in the bed. He has squeezed his eyes shut, sweat is running down his temples. His breathing is shallow and ragged. He whimpers softly over and over.

Pete is clutching his hand. He's ashen-faced and slumped in the chair. Pete has clearly lost weight. His collarbones are visible beneath his stained T-shirt. His lips are chapped. When they entered the room, he didn't even flinch.

Porsche's chest tightens. He swallows the lump in his throat, straightens his shoulders, and turns around. He lets the door quietly click shut. Then he starts barking orders.

His screams attract other nurses, doctors, and caretakers. But no one dares to confront the rage-spilling Omega.

"Let me talk to Arm." Porsche reaches for Big's headset.

The Beta answers on the other end. Porsche explains the situation as briefly and succinctly as possible. "Bring me a doctor immediately. But not someone from this disgraceful institution. I want Vegas transferred immediately. Have his transport organized and inform me every step of the way. Tankhun needs to come here."

Porsche hands the headset back to Big. Big exchanges quiet words with Arm.

"Is he in pain?" he snaps at the nearest doctor. He grabs the collar of his coat.

Big's eyes widen.

"I've already given him the highest dose of the medications available. I'm sorry. I really am."

Porsche lets go of the doctor, and the doctor staggers back.

The Omega slumps into a chair against the wall and stares at the floor with pursed lips. His hands are clenched into fists.

Time passes agonizingly slowly, but finally, Porsche hears Tankhun's shrill voice. Porsche's chest feels a little lighter. He jumps to his feet. Tankhun is followed by a whole entourage of people. A dozen of their guards, who don't bother to hide their weapons, and people wearing face masks and gloves. They carry stretchers and a load of medical equipment.

A tall man with brown hair and angular features stops in front of Porsche. The sleeves of his coat are rolled up. He bows deeply.

"Khun Porsche, my name is Tyme Thamin. I am Khun Thankun's doctor and I am fully committed to the Theerapanyakun family. You can be assured that Khun Vegas and his partner will be in the best hands with me. My team and I are ready. Rest assured."

Porsche nods and tensely follows the doctor into the hospital room.

Tyme kneels on the floor in front of Pete and takes his hands. He routinely checks his pulse and gently presses the skin on the back of his hand.

"Khun Pete, I'm a doctor. My name is Tyme. Khun Thankun sent me. You're safe. I'd like to examine you. To do this, please lie down on the stretcher. Don't worry, we'll help you."

Suddenly, Pete comes alive. He bares his teeth, growls, and fights tooth and nail against the medical staff who are trying to lift him onto the stretcher that has just been pushed in.

Porsche stands helplessly by his side.

"Pete, my sweet Pete. It's time to go home." That's Thankun's voice. It sounds almost like a singsong. Calming pheromones fill the room. Thankun grasps Pete's upper arms. "Shh! We're going home." He hugs him tightly, secures him, and finally lifts the Omega onto the stretcher.

Tyme is already ready and straps Pete in. Pete throws himself against the straps and whimpers.

The doctor manipulates something on the back of his hand. Plastic crinkles. "It'll be over in a minute. Just a little prick." He guides the cannula unerringly into the vein on the back of Pete's hand and secures the access with some adhesive strips. Then he injects a milky fluid.

Immediately, Pete's body goes limp.

Porsche gasps in shock.

"I've sedated him. It won't hurt him," Tyme explains, turning his attention to his patient.

He checks Pete's pulse again and shines a small light into his eyes. He takes his temperature and carefully palpates the glands on both sides of Pete's neck. He carefully feels Pete's stomach, pushes up his T-shirt, and places the stethoscope on his pale skin.
With a wave of his hand, Pete is covered with silver foil.

"Khun Pete is hypothermic and dehydrated. I'm giving him two IVs. One with fluids. The other is a mixture of glucose and electrolytes. His glands are slightly inflamed. We'll treat that with a balm, and it should subside quickly. The pup seems to be doing well so far. I'll do an ultrasound at the compound and take some blood work. Then we'll know more. But I don't think there's any cause for concern."

"Excuse me? Pete is pregnant?" Tankhun asks incredulously. He holds Pete's hand a little tighter.

Tyme nods. "I'd guess around ten or eleven weeks."

Porsche recounts the situation. The kidnapping. Pete sitting almost lifeless in the bathtub, letting Porsche wash him. Only a few days passed. Then all hell broke loose.

Porsche's hand involuntarily goes to his own abdomen.

Pete is taken away. Tankhun accompanies him.

The doctor looks at Porsche knowingly. "How long have you known?"

Porsche hesitates, examining his stomach. "I'm not sure."

Tyme nods understandingly. "I'd like to examine you briefly later, if you agree. I'm sworn to discretion, of course. And you should rest; all this excitement isn't good."

"Okay," Porsche replies quietly. "How's Vegas?"

The doctor turns to Vegas. He checks his pulse, too. Vega's eyelids flutter, and with a groan, he opens them a tiny crack. Porsche can see the whites of them. His pupils aren't focusing properly.

"Khun Vegas, can you hear me? My name is Tyme, and I'm going to examine you. But first, we'll make sure you're out of pain. This might make you a little tired. That's okay." The doctor's voice is calm and clear.

Tyme draws up two syringes, which he empties into the needles in Vega's arm. "It'll get better in a minute. I promise."

After just a few minutes, Vega's body noticeably relaxes. His breathing becomes calmer. He turns his head to the side.

"Porsche." The name is just a whisper.

Porsche takes the Alpha's hand and squeezes it gently. He looks at the gaunt face of the man who made him blush just a few months ago. He looks younger. Vulnerable.

"Vegas, I'm here. Pete is safe. We'll take care of you."

"Hrghh." Vegas groans.

"I can see this is going to be a good dose of dream sand." Tyme draws up the same milky liquid as Pete's. "Khun Vegas, you'll get some sleep now. It'll be easier for you. When you wake up, you'll be with your mate."

The doctor presses the plunger of the syringe.

Vegas is shaking and seems to be fighting the effects of the anesthetic.

"Nothing can happen to you. Just let it happen," Tyme reassures him.

Vegas's eyes close.

The doctor throws back the covers and cuts open the bandage on Vegas's upper body. He spends a while concentrating on examining the stitches and wound edges.

"They're infected, and I don't like the swelling here around his ribs. I'll order a CT scan to make sure no bullet fragments were missed during surgery. I also want to take a closer look at his lungs. I'll start him with antibiotics and give him something to reduce his fever. But it's nothing we can't manage. Especially now that Khun Vegas is back under the protection and care of the Theerapanyakun family."

Porsche swallows. He's grateful that the doctor isn't asking questions he doesn't even know the answers to. How did it come to this?

He feels sick thinking that Kinn might have known about Vega's treatment. Did he know about his poor condition? Was he indifferent? Did he even support it?

And then Pete. His best friend, a pup growing inside him. All alone. Without support and sick from worrying about his mate.

This would change now.

Big helps Porsche into the car. Along with the ambulance and escorted by their guards, they wind their way through Bangkok's dense traffic. Porsche hears the muffled sirens.

"Big?"

Their eyes meet in the rearview mirror.

"Yes, Porsche."

"When we get back, I'll meet Alpha Kinn. In my office."

"Of course!"

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Upon their arrival, their own medical staff was already waiting. The graying family doctor greeted Tyme surprisingly warmly, and they exchanged the current situation in whispers.

"They know each other," Tankhun notes quietly. "Dr. Thamin is his sister's nephew. After our father could no longer be trusted, he handed my care over to Tyme. I haven't swallowed a single pill prescribed at Korn Theerapanyakun's behest in the past few years. Let them think you're crazy, and then they won't be able to help but underestimate you."

The two stretchers are wheeled in, and Vegas is immediately taken away.

"We've had the two largest hospital rooms prepared," their staff says.

Porsche shakes his head. "No, put them in one room together. They should be as close together as possible."

"Of course, Khun Porsche."

After Porsche was assured that both Vegas and Pete were well cared for in the infirmary under Thyme's supervision, he took a brief moment to himself and breathe deeply.

"My brother may be one of the most powerful wolves of our time, but it's you who holds the beast's reins. Whatever he or others may have done, make them pay." Porsche met Tankhun's gaze. "Freshen up, I'll stay with them."

Their suite was empty. Someone had cleared up the mess, and all the nesting materials were carefully lined up, waiting for their use.

In the shower, Porsche turns the hot water on full. The warmth stimulates circulation and relaxes his cramped muscles. Porsche massages his lower back. It feels as if someone has just stepped on it. Only a few hours have passed since this morning, but it almost seems like an eternity.

When he finally turns off the water, the bathroom has filled with steam. Porsche rubs his palm over the fogged mirror.

He examines his midsection and absentmindedly caresses it. Then he reaches for the far too expensive body lotion. One of Tankhun's purchases. The plain bottle has something French written on it.

Porsche carefully rubs it into his body. He starts at his shoulders, runs over his collarbones and upper arms. His elbows and forearms. He massages each of his fingers individually. Then he runs it over his chest. He shudders slightly as he touches his nipples, making them stand up under his own movement. Damn, he was sensitive today. Even more so than usual.
He treats his stomach with particular tenderness. Then over his hips and thighs, down to his calves. He massages his aching feet. Porsche urgently needs to book a treatment at their spa.

After this little ritual, his skin shimmers, and he can practically feel his pores soaking with moisture.

Porsche enters his walk-in closet naked. The touch of the cool floor causes goosebumps to form on his legs.

The various compartments and cabinets are illuminated by soft light. He runs his fingers over the different fabrics in the underwear display.

That time, during a forced shopping trip with Tankhun, Porsche almost sank into the floor in shame. He refused to show off any of the models and kept the fitting room locked the entire time. Later, Tankhun just smiled knowingly as the employees carried three plain black bags to their car and pulled out his credit card. Porsche wanted to pay himself, but the larger Omega shook his head.

"Consider it my early birthday present." He winked at Porsche. "For Kinn."

Porsche feels the different textures of the fabrics and the lace. He chooses a black one. From the front, it's relatively plain, but his buttocks are flattered by dark lace.

He looks good. He knows it. Today he's not dressing to seduce his alpha. But, come to think of it, maybe he is, but not for the reasons that Kinn would welcome.

Porsche chooses a combination of slacks and a blazer. His chest remains bare. The gold buttons on the black velvet shimmer slightly.

Like this he finally waits in his office.

There's a knock. Big bows. "Khun Porsche, Khun Kinn is here."

Porsche nods. "Let him come in." He leans relaxed against the edge of his desk. His legs are slightly crossed.

Kinn's hair doesn't look as neat as it did this morning. He must have combed it a few times. A few strands of hair fall across his forehead. The top buttons of his shirt are undone, and he's rolled up his sleeves. He smiles when he sees Porsche.

"You asked for me, Thirak."

"You came," Porsche says matter-of-factly.

"Of course. I always come when you call me."

"I have a question for you, Anakinn."

"I'll answer any one you want."

Kinn takes a few steps toward Porsche, but Porsche raises his hand. His fingertip rests on Kinn's bare chest.

"Anakinn, Alpha. Bangko's underground follows your command. All these employees and henchmen, confidants and enemies. Our guards kill for you and would die for you. They all follow your opinion, rely on your expertise. At the end of the day, you bear the responsibility. But I wonder. To whom do you answer? To whom do you confess?" Porsche's finger slides lower and suddenly he grabs Kinn's cock. His hand closes tightly around it, and Kinn hisses. "To whom are you subservient, Kinn?"

Porsche rubs his hand up and down, feeling the blood pool in Kinn's cock.

"How can I choose you as the father of my children? As the one who may pour his seed into me when you can't even protect yours. When a pup of your blood is left defenseless. When members of your pack are wronged. Isn't it your job to know every second that your pack is safe? Didn't you promise me that when I took your bite? You gave me your word. But fine words are nothing without truth behind them. Do you speak the truth, Alpha? Omegas choose the strongest partner, the one with the quickest mind. Did I ultimately make the wrong choice? Did I choose wrong? Tell me, Alpha. Because in the end, you come to me. You kneel before me, for only to me are you accountable. And I deliver the sentence. You answer to me."

"You're speaking in riddles, darling. What happened? Did I upset you? Let me make it up to you." Kinn lets out a cooing sound.

He reaches into Porsche's crotch, feeling for the warmth waiting there. But Porsche pushes him away.

"Answer my question, Alpha. Are you sure you're doing everything you can to protect me and your pack. Your family?"

Kinns eyes become serious. "Of course I am."

"Then explain to me how it is that I drove to the hospital today and was horrified to discover that Vegas and Pete weren't in our private ward. They'd been sent away. And they dared to bother Pete with financial questions. The one who, if you build me a throne, will have to put his right next to it. My second in command. The one who deserves to be swathed in silk and jewels. Whose mind is so much more masterful than anyone I know. The one who deceived the devil of this family just like you. Loyalty that is incomparable. I had to find him sick. His body swollen with a child from Vegas's loins that no one knew about." Porsche's eyes practically sparkle.

"Why on earth did you allow your family to be abandoned? Explain yourself," Porsche hisses.

Kinn raises his hands defensively. "Porsche, I would never have agreed to that. I haven't been given any new information about Vega's stay. I've always been assured that he's receiving the best treatment in the country. I personally ensured that after his gunshot wounds."

"Then how can that be?" Porsche inhales sharply and pierces his alpha with his gaze.

 "I don´t know," Kinn says.

"Do you swear this to me? On the life of your unborn pup, who may already have nested in the flesh of my womb. Do you swear this on your life? Or no, do you swear this on my life?"

"Porsche, Omega. I swear. Let me get to the bottom of this. I will hold those responsible accountable. I promise."

"Good." Porsche slumps his shoulders.

He grabs Kinn's hand and presses it against his abdomen. "Do you want to know if your sperm was fertile, Alpha? The doctor is expecting me. He suggested examining me right after Pete and Vegas are taken care of."

"Pete and Vegas are here?" Kinns eyes widen.

Porsche nods. "I had them brought in. Pete is weak but stable. Dr. Thamin will share the latest findings with us later. Vega's recovery has taken a few setbacks, but he's also stable so far."

"I'll check on them immediately and find out about their condition myself."

Kinn kisses Porsche.

"Alpha." Porsche takes Kinn's hand and guides it into his pants and under the lace waiting there.

"Darling, you're dripping." Kinn unbuttons Porsche's pants and moistens his lips at the sight. "It turns me on when you're so dominant."

"Then love me, Alpha. Reward me for the position at your side."

Porsche groans in frustration. "This desire is driving me crazy. No matter what it is, whether I'm pregnant or not. Something has completely messed up my hormones. I was so angry at you, disappointed, and worried, and now I can't have you fast enough. What is this?"

Kinn kisses him again, more gently this time. "You have my word, Porsche. I didn't know anything."

"Prove it to me, but first, do this thing with your fingers."

"What thing?" Now Kinn grins his perfect grin.

"You know."

"Do I?" Kinn's eyes are flashing now, too. "Is it that one thing when I wrap my whole hand around you and hold you? That way I can feel your warmth and your pulse. And your slight trembling. The little hairs on your thigh stand up. You get goosebumps."

The alpha takes a breath. "And is it that one thing when I then take my finger and penetrate you boldly. Take two fingers at once, and you enjoy that precious little pain. When I feel you gently embrace me. And how I slowly circle my fingers inside you and then fall to my knees in front of you. In front of the only person in this world I would do that to. How I coax your juices out of you, and then lower my mouth over you. Let air glide over your clit and you let out a little scream. When my tongue circles your pearl. Do you mean that thing?"

Porsche feels Kinn's tongue.

She licks his clitoris, which is still covered by fabric. At the same time, Kinn's fingers move up and down his slit. The underwear creates a delicious friction. Finally, he pushes the fabric aside. His tongue continues to circle, but his fingers wander to Porsche's entrance.

The Omega feels how wet he is.

"Do you want my fingers inside you? Should I stimulate that spot that makes you tremble?"

"Do it or I'll lose myself," Porsche snaps back at the question. He lays his back on the cool tabletop.

"It's okay. We're a little needy today."

Porsche growls.

Kinn's index and middle fingers penetrate him, moving quickly in and out.

The Omega moans loudly now.

"There it is. Have I hit your sweet spot? Should I continue there? Right there? You're trembling, my love. A little more pressure, a little faster. I wonder what you'll do if I curl my fingers?"

Kinn has the audacity to pull away. He looks up, his lips glossy.

"Is it that one thing, when my tongue plunges deep inside you and you cross your legs behind my neck and press me against you? When my fingers then find your nipples and they stretch towards me and you let out a sweet little squeal as my other hand strokes your clit and your orgasm overwhelms you. Because it's often the little things that make you come."

Porsche gasps. He throws his head back and almost collides with the tabletop, but Kinn's hand is there to catch his head.

The Alpha takes off his shirt and tucks it under Porsche's head. Then his fingers are deep inside him again.

"I love fucking you. Whether it's with my fingers, my tongue, or my cock. Or when we use one of your toys. I wonder..."

Porsche hears a rumbling. Kinn seems to be rummaging through the desk drawers with one hand.

"I knew it. Luckily, you have your own preferences about how to spend your lunch breaks."

The Alpha puts the vibrator in his mouth and moistens it. He presses the button on the side, and the toy begins to hum.

"Kinn, no." Porsche tries to sit up, but Kinn pushes him back.

"I'm being very careful, too. My darling is so sensitive." Kinn places a hand on Porsche's cheek and looks at him lovingly. "Look, we'll do it all at our leisure." He places the tip of the vibrator at Porsche's entrance and lets it slide agonizingly slowly into the Omega.

"Hrnghh." Porsche narrows his eyes.

"Already done. Now let's make you come."

Porsche shakes his head and tries to grab Kinn's hand, which is moving the toy. His abdomen is burning. Everything is tightening.

Kinn is relentless, and an unbearable heat builds inside Porsche. The vibrator fucks him faster now.

"No, Kinn, no!" Porsche whimpers.

The buzzing of the vibrator stops, and it is pulled out. "Hey, baby. Look at me. What's your color?"

"Yellow. Alpha hold me."

Kinn pulls the desk chair closer and sits Porsche on his lap. The Omega buries his head in his neck.

"Sh, I'll do it gently." Kinn's fingers stroke Porsche's clitoris, and the scorching heat of his approaching orgasm becomes a warm wave that envelops him. "Come for me."

"Are you okay, darling?"

Porsche nods. He and Kinn are sitting on the sofa in the corner of the office. The Alpha carefully cleans the traces of their unexpected scene with a damp cloth.

"That wasn't planned," complains the Omega, leaning closer to Kinn with a purr.

"I've always been more of a spontaneous type." Kinn gives him a kiss. "You were beautiful. I'm proud of you, as always. You told me when things weren't feeling right anymore. That's right."

"It was too good. I thought I was going to burn."

Kinn laughs softly and brings a glass of water to Porsche's lips. He takes a few greedy sips.

"We need to change before we go to the infirmary."

The infirmary smells of disinfectant. It stings slightly on his mucous membranes, and Porsche wrinkles his nose. Hopefully, he'll get used to it quickly. He doesn't want to be grimacing all the time.

He's now wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. A combination he'll always feel more comfortable in than all the expensive suits now hanging in his closet, which Tankhun swaps out seasonally.

As instructed, Pete and Vegas have been placed in a suite, and the partition between the beds has been pushed back.
The sun is setting outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. In Bangkok, the many artificial lights and advertising signs flicker.

The sheets on the beds smell of detergent, are clean, and they've taken the trouble to change Pete's clothes. He's now wearing one of those signature mint-green hospital gowns.

Tankhun is sitting by his bed. A steaming bowl of water sits on the small side table.

He dips a cloth into the water and gently wipes Pete's forehead and neck. Cold sweat had formed there, which has now been removed.

A fresh IV hangs on the rack above the bed.

A nurse replaces the hot water bottle at Pete's feet. "His temperature has recovered, and Khun Pete hasn't developed a fever either. That's good."

There's a knock and Tyme enters. A machine slides into the room behind him.

"Do you have a moment? I'd like to do the ultrasound."

"Of course," replies Tankhun. He makes way for the doctor once he's patted Pete's skin dry with a towel.

"Very good. He's already looking much rosier. He's aware that he's not alone." Tyme turns on the ultrasound machine. "Khun Pete, I'm going to apply some gel to your abdomen and perform the ultrasound. It might get a little cold, and you'll feel a little pressure."

Turning to Porsche and Tankhun, he said, "I think we should always talk to our patients. They're in a vulnerable situation, and we never know what they might hear. Personally, I would be much more reassured if someone explained what was being done to me."

He spread some gel and moved the transducer over Pete's abdomen.

A loud, throbbing fluttering sound filled the room. Porsche held his breath in anticipation.

"Fascinating," murmured Tankhun.

The doctor pointed to the screen. "Here you can see the uterus and the gestational sac, and inside swims our embryo with everything an embryo needs." He moved the transducer and expertly measured the little, struggling baby. "And yes, the growth corresponds almost exactly to the 11th week."

"Can you deduct any of that?" asked Porsche. "Pete certainly hasn't had the chance to have a scan yet, and I want him to have the pictures with him when he wakes up."

"I'd be happy to." Tyme wipes away the excess gel with a tissue.

Porsche clutches the ultrasound images. "Your uncles are really happy to see you," he whispers.

"Khun Kinn is waiting outside?" the doctor asks.

"Yes, he's waiting for your report," Porsche answers.

"I can reassure you this much. Vegas's CT scan was unremarkable. They did a great job during the surgery. There are no bullet fragments or foreign bodies visible. We'll get the follow-up done, too."

Kinn is standing in the hallway, talking to Chan, who is holding a thick folder.

"This is all the correspondence from the hospital. I had it printed out and just reviewed it personally. I haven't received any request for confirmation or an extension of Vegas's treatment. Arm will trace it and verify whether such a letter was ever issued," Kinn explains.

The knot in Porsche's stomach loosens. He reaches for Kinn's hand.

"How's Vegas doing now?" Kinn asks the doctor.

"With his medication, he's currently pain-free. We're monitoring him closely. The sedation has worn off, and his vital signs are stable. He's asleep now and needs plenty of rest.

"He'll get it," Kinn assures.

"Khun Porsche, I'd like to examine you now, if I may. Khun Kinn, you can accompany us or wait here. Whichever your Omega prefers." Dr. Thamin gestures to one of the examination rooms.

Porsche holds Kinn's hand a little tighter.

"I'll pee in one of these plastic cups by myself, but heaven forbid you don't hold my hand every second while you wait." Porsche tries to laugh.

"I won't let go."

They follow the doctor into an examination room at the very end of the hall, away from prying eyes.

Here, Porsche is actually handed a cup. "Fill it up once, please."

The Omega retreats to the tiny bathroom and follows the instructions. Then he places the cup in the designated compartment.
He's all jittery. His stomach is now fluttering. He sits down on the paper-covered couch, almost cocky.

Kinn strokes his palm with his thumb. "It doesn't matter what the results of this test are. We have so much time. I love you, Thirak, don't forget that."

Five minutes can feel like an eternity. Porsche stares at the clock on the bare wall, trying to speed up its hands with the sheer power of his mind.

His heart leaps when he sees the smile on Dr. Thamin's face.

"My warmest congratulations, Khun Porsche, you're pregnant. It's still very early, but the HCG level so far is clear."

Kinn kisses his Omega. "What did I do to deserve this? You have to take care of both of you now, darling."

"They'll be like siblings. These puppies have chosen stormy times for their approaching arrival." Porsche's hand wanders to his belly again. "I want to keep it to ourselves for now."

"I'll follow your lead," Kinn replied.

"I know a fantastic gynecologist. Or do you already have someone?" the doctor asks.

Porsche shakes his head, slightly ashamed. He hasn't taken the whole gynecological checkup thing particularly seriously in the past.

"She delivered all three of my children, and my wife would have named each one after her if they hadn't all been boys. They'll love her. According to my wife, she has golden hands and knows exactly how to handle restless alphas."

"Please give me your contact information. I'll schedule an appointment for Porsche right away. Preferably tomorrow," Kinn says quick.

"Calm down, Alpha." Now Porsche really laughs.

When they leave the examination room, Tankhunn is waiting there. He's leaning against the wall, sipping from a cup. With raised eyebrows, he looks Porsche up and down. Porsche feels the blood rush to his face.

Tankhun leans forward and sniffs close to Porsche's throat. He grumbles softly.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong." It's not a question, but a statement.

Porsche quickly nods his head anyway.

"Pol, we're going shopping. I don't know exactly when yet, but I want us to prepare a list. Arm should arrange it." Tankhun is beaming.

The bodyguard stands a little way off at a polite distance.

Tankhun nods contentedly.

Porsche is still getting used to this version of Tankhun. This new side, which reminds him strongly of Kinn, but is somehow softer. And his colorful eccentricity. Together, they created a completely new picture.

Porsche is having dinner served in the garden today. The air is mild, and the day's rain has stopped. The crickets are chirping, and the sweet scent of the many flowering shrubs and hedges fills his nose. He's been missing this feeling of peace.

Kinn is already downing his second glass of whiskey. He's surprisingly silent. Porsche only notices that his gaze doesn't leave him once.

Porchay chatters happily to himself, chatting with Tankhun about a new K-drama until he puts his chopsticks down on his plate. "Hey, since Pete and Vegas are here now. Where's Macau? He hasn't been to school in the last few days. Anyway, I haven't seen him on campus, and he hasn't responded to my texts."

Macau, Vega's little brother. Porsche can still see the chubby face. The teenager running to his brother like a small child. The gash on his forehead. How Kinn finally saved Porsche from Gunner's wrath. May he not rest in peace!

"I'll have some guards search for him immediately. We'll find him. Don't worry!" Kinn has noticed his Omega's concern.

Porsche looks at Porchay. The young man who would always be his first pup, and Porsche knew it was the same for Vegas with Macau. He would have loved to run out himself and search for him in the darkness of the night, but he would just be in the way. He wouldn't know where to start. Porsche didn't know much about Macau. He didn't know where he would retreat to or who he was friends with. He didn't even know that Macau and Porchay apparently saw each other regularly. But that would change.

"I'll take care of it." Kim steps out of the shadow of the stone stairs leading into the house.

If anyone could find Macau, it would be that evil family spy. Porsche sees Kim and Porchay briefly touch. He purses his lips. He doesn't like it at all, but he promised his brother that he wouldn't interfere in his relationship.

"Let me know when you find him."

Kim nods in confirmation to Kinn.

They eat dessert in silence. Porsche doesn't really like it anymore and pushes his plate away, half full.

At that moment, a guard approaches the table.

"Khun Porsche, Khun Pete has woken up."

Chapter Text

Porchay groans in exasperation and throws off the covers. This tossing and turning from side to side is driving him crazy. Despite the air conditioning, he feels like the sheets are sticking uncomfortably to his skin, and sleep is out of the question.

After the rest of dinner, he quickly retreated to his room and paced restlessly before frustratedly getting into bed. But it was hot, and Kim's pillow no longer exuded the Alpha's scent.

The dark-haired Omega takes Kim's fluffy bathrobe from the hook in their bathroom, wraps himself in it, and buries his nose in the thick fabric. Immediately, his heart beats a little bit calmer.

Unseen, he scurries through the dark hallways. Through the stairwell, which is normally used only by their staff, and out onto the highest of the many roof terraces. The door there is stuck, as always, and Porchay has to push slightly with his shoulder before it gives way and swings to the side.
He's greeted by a wall of floral fragrance and sits with his knees drawn up on the small bench under the rose arch, right next to the balustrade.

Below him, the city roars. Cars honk loudly through the streets, people shout in confusion, motorcycles roar, tires squeal, dogs bark. But up here, it all fades into background noise.

Perhaps it only seems that way to Porchay, but ever since he brought up the situation with Macau, the night seems darker. From where he's sitting, he can't see the moon. Only the black mountains of clouds heralding more rain.

He blames himself. Should he have said something earlier? He thought Macau was simply taking time off to process what had happened and to support Vegas and Pete. A perfectly understandable behavior. How could he have known something was wrong? And now Macau is gone.

But shouldn't he have known, or at least suspected? After all, he'd started calling Macau his best friend. Someone who'd become a new family member to him and who, secretly, was making his heart do strange things.

"I can see the thoughts spinning in your head from here. The mere thought of it makes me dizzy."

Porchay's head jerks up. Two arms wrap around his slim frame from behind, and someone rests their chin on his shoulder. Kim!

"Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. This isn't your responsibility. It was our responsibility." Towards the end, Kim's voice sounds dejected.

"It bothers you that you don't know where he is." Porchay looks at the Alpha.

"You know me well. But just like you, I guess I made the mistake of thinking it would be wise to give them, Vegas, Pete, and Macau, some breathing room." Kim hugs him a little tighter.
"After Gun and Korn were eliminated, my desire for control shifted somewhat. Rather, you appeared on my horizon as a priority and, due to my compulsion to control, almost whizzed past me like a comet." The Alpha shakes his head, as if the very idea is an impossibility for him. "But don't worry, we'll find him. My sources are informed, and I have my eyes and ears everywhere in the city. He can't escape them. We shouldn't waste our time shedding tears over the things we haven't done. Instead, give strength to the things you will do. Your past is unchangeable. Your future isn't yet in his hands. But your present is subject to your own power."

Porchay pulls the drawstring of his stolen robe tighter around himself. The fine hairs on his arms have stood on end.

"Why aren't you in bed?" he asks Kim.

"Like you said, my thoughts are too loud, and I didn't want to lie alone in that big bed, sleepless."

Kim sits down next to him on the bench. "It's nice up here. Even if it's strange to be back. I didn't know you knew this place."

Porchay raises an eyebrow in disbelief. "So, for once, you didn't follow me?"

"Indeed, not. I wanted to think, and that's easiest for me up here. Even though I still don't favor the Compound." Dreamily, Kim draws patterns on Porchay's wrist.

"You don't have to live here. I can visit you in your penthouse." The Omega sits up.

"But you're not there. I want to be near you. Every waking minute and every sleeping minute. I'm practicing patience for your sake, and it's still not an easy exercise for me."

Porchay knows Kim means what he says. This fact might have put some off or unsettled them, but this pledge of loyalty makes his wolf purr.

He looks around. Up here, you could almost forget you were on top of a skyscraper. Between all the shrubs and hedges, which at this time of year bore dense rose blossoms. The smell was intoxicating. Only under this arch, where the small bench stood, could you see the city and, as if through a window, look out of this little paradise into the real, harsh world.

"This was always my favorite place," says Kim. "Our mother planted the rose garden. I took my first steps over there and almost immediately fell into one of the rosebushes." Kim stands up and strolls slowly between the hedges.

Porchay follows him.

"She chose a different variety for each of us." Kim touches a rose, shimmering in various shades of pink, even in the dim light of the lanterns on the house wall. "Its bloom is one of the most beautiful in the world. It's highly sought after by collectors. But its thorns are very sharp."

Kim looked at the tip of his finger, where a red drop had formed, and then wiped his hand on his trousers. "Tankhun."

He walkes on, pointing to the tall hedge that surrounded the entire garden. Smaller, dark red blossoms entwined around the others, almost as if trying to form a protective wall.
"Kinn. As if she knew how things would turn out. Some people are said to have the gift of foresight. I'm sure of her. She saw and knew more than those around her wanted to admit. Especially our father."

"Do you miss her?" Porchays question is quiet.

"Not every day anymore, but I remember her fondly. Especially in moments I would have wanted to share with her. She would have liked you." Kim brings Porchay's hand to his lips. "What about your mother?"

Porchay thinks for a moment. "It's nice that I can talk to her now. The new medication is working. She's becoming clearer."

"I'm very happy for you." Kim sounds sincere.

"Porsche doesn't visit her that often, but I like sitting with her. Then I show her my new music, and she shows me the pictures she's painted since my last visit. The staff takes good care of her...Which rose is yours?"

Kim leads Porchay to a kind of gazebo, completely shielded from the outside world by the dark red blossoms, and under the canopy of leaves.

"It's beautiful," breathes the Omega.

A single, tall perennial with dense white blossoms stands there. Kim strokes its leaves almost tenderly. "It looks like it needs protection, doesn't it?" he asks.

"A little."

"Its roots extend all over the terrace."

Porchay looks at his Alpha. "Just like you."

Kim presses a quick kiss to his neck. "But she can't hold on to the others too tightly, or she'll suffocate their roots."

"What kind of rose would I be?" Porchay wonders.

"One I underestimated for far too long. One I desperately wanted to pick, but in the attempt, I hurt my hands on her thorns. Now I know she's exactly where she belongs."

Porchay lays his head on Kim's chest and listens to his heartbeat for a few minutes. Here under the canopy, he no longer felt cold.

"I could do this for hours. When this is over for now and the whole pack is reunited under one roof, I won't let you out of our bed for at least a day," he announces with conviction.

"Porsche would almost have a heart attack if he heard you talk like that." Kim laughs.

"He just has to say that. As if he and Kinn had such a model relationship. At least not back then. I'm not his little boy anymore." Porchay can hear the pouty undertone in his voice.

"To him, you'll always be his pup. Whether you take my breath away in our bed or when you show more talent at the shooting range than many I've taught so far."

Another little detail that Porchay has deliberately kept from his big brother.

"He would want me to be able to defend myself."

He carefully slides his hands between the buttons of Kim's shirt and caresses the velvety skin beneath. "Now you're getting goosebumps."

"Can you blame me?" Kim smiles.

Their lips meet.

Suddenly, Porchay feels a vibration on his hip. They separate, slightly out of breath.

Kim reaches into his pocket and pulls out a slim, inconspicuous cell phone. It's a different one than the one he uses for their long chats. This phone is for work.

"Put it on speaker."

Kim hesitates, but then presses the button that activates the speaker function. A strange female voice answers.

"We found him, boss. He seems unharmed, but we have to be quick. He's at Alistair House."

Kim's face darkens.

"What is this?" asks Porchay.

It's not Kim who answers.

"It's nice to hear your voice, Cariño. Alistair House is a hotel for the rich and beautiful. It's located in the part of town the boss instructed us to keep you strictly away from. Dirty things happen there. Sometimes consensual, but unfortunately, too often not."

Porchay exchanges a glance with Kim. Kim looks deliberately discreetly at the floor. This woman was apparently one of his shadows. They'd have to discuss that later.

"How did Macau get there?" Porchay continues.

"The Minor Family used to do business with the owner. Macau must have gotten his data somehow. He contacted him directly and made him an offer he couldn't refuse. Too tempting." She clears her throat. "Macau, according to our sources, sold himself, or rather, his body. One night with the highest bidder."

Kim hisses, and Porchay feels sick.

"He seems to desperately need the money. He gets a fixed percentage of the proceeds. At least, that's what he thinks. The owner isn't known for his morals, and Macau is defenseless against him."

Kim starts running. He leaves the rooftop terrace and almost runs down the stairs. Porchay struggles to keep up.

The loudspeaker crackles. "Boss, stop! You can't just show up there and tear the place apart. Your boy could get hurt. My team and I are right there; we're prepared for anything in case of emergency, but we should handle this cleanly. For the boy's sake."

Porchay can see the neurons firing in Kim's brain.

"Okay, let's do this the elegant way. I'll be the highest bidder, and then I'll lead Macau out of this club in a civilized manner."

Porchay grabs his arm. "I'll come with you. You know they won't be able to resist me. A good distraction."

Kim growls. "You won't."

"We can do it together, so you can keep an eye on me, or I'll go alone. There are enough bodyguards in this building to accompany me."

Now Porchay knew he'd won. "Shall we tell Kinn and Porsche?" he asks in the quiet.

Kim shakes his head. "I'll relay our location to Arm, but Kinn would tear down the entire neighborhood. The risk to Macau is too great...Your brother will never forgive me."

"I'll protect you from him, don't worry." Porchay tries to smile.

"Boss, there's a dress code. Observe it," the woman's voice said again.

"See you there." Kim hangs up.

Kim is waiting for Porchay by their car. It's one of those limousines he would never normally choose as a means of transportation, because it's one of the vehicles that usually drives Kinn around. But now it fits their disguise.

The Alpha is wearing a simple suit. Simple and incredibly expensive.

His eyes widen as the elevator doors open and Porchay enters the underground parking garage.

The Omega is wearing matte black hotpants. The waistband hugs his curves tightly, while the back flares out. He pairs them with high boots that almost reach the hem of the hotpants. The incredibly high heels elongate his figure.

And as if that weren't enough. No!

What will take Kim's breath away and draw everyone's attention is this top. Porchay is dripping in diamonds. They cascade down his torso, reflecting the light from the underground parking garage with every slightest movement. It's held together at the top by a halter neck, and then the diamonds are lined up on delicate chains like a string of pearls on Porchay's skin.

The Omega looks forbidden.

"Do you like that?" He bats his long eyelashes coquettishly. "Do I look seductive enough like this?"

"You don't even know what you're talking about."

Porchay grabs Kim's shirt collar. "Oh, I know that for sure."

He takes Kim's wrist and guides his hand to his thigh. There, he slides it into the top of the boot.

Kim feels the handles of at least three knives.

Porchay places the Alpha's other hand on his waist and guides it down his lower back. He presses it against the firm curves of his buttocks and then slips it into the waistband of his hot pants.

Here, Kimfinds what Porchay wanted to show him. Completely invisible from the outside, a weapon is attached to a loop in the wide leg.

"I'm deadly seductive. Let's take Macau back."

Bangkok's streets are still crowded, but Kim maneuvers the car through seemingly too narrow spaces and dark side alleys.

Porchay grips the door handle. Several times he thinks they're bound to collide with one of the many other cars, but the expected impact doesn't happen. Despite the rapid speed, he's glad when they stop at their destination much faster than expected.

At that moment, a soft ping sounds. Kim glances at his phone screen.

"Here we go."

The hotel screams its wealth. Thick carpets lie in front of polished glass doors. The plants in the golden pots in front of them are expensive, and the security guards, despite the clearly visible weapons on their belts, look like they've stepped straight out of a fashion magazine. Everything is chic, classy, ​​and pure masquerade.

Just like them.

Kim lowers the driver's-side window. A woman with dark skin and a silky ponytail leans into her window. She's wearing a skin-tight minidress made of dark green fabric. Her polished fingernails perfectly match her outfit.

"May I take your keys, sir?"

Realization hits Porchay. His shadow.

Kim hands her the car key.

"You look stunning, Cariño," she whispers before stepping aside.

Showtime!

Kim gets out and opens the door for Porchay. He lets himself be helped out of the car gallantly. He slumps against Kim, giggling slightly, and practically stumbles toward the entrance with the security guards.

"You really do look like tough guys," he giggles.

"Sir?" One of them steps in front of Kim.

Kim shows him his phone screen. Out of the corner of his eye, Porchay can only see a lot of zeros. It appears to be some kind of invoice.

One of the guys straightens his shoulders. "Of course, excuse me. They're expecting you."

Kim pulls Porchay closer. "I'd like to take my other toy here with me, I'm sure you don't mind. I'm in the mood for double the fun today."

The security guard grins. "Of course not. You can look forward to that. If you ever need a break, we're happy to help." He leers at Porchay. "We'll have to do a quick search for weapons, sir."

Kim just nods and lets the procedure pass indifferently.

The Omega would have loved to stab the guy in the throat right there.

Instead, he giggles foolishly again. "Oh, they won't find anything there except my favorite weapon in his pants." He hangs on to Kim's arm. "I'm thirsty."

The security guard stands up again. "You can come in. They're already expecting you at the top. Just follow the steps up."

Kim nods and slips a wad of cash into his shirt pocket. "You're doing a really good job."

Porchay lets Kim lead him through the glass doors. Amateurs. All it takes is a bit of seemingly drunken giggling and a skimpy, admittedly stunning outfit, and he no longer appears as a risk in these guys' minds.

Inside, soft piano music greets them. Glasses clink. Appetizers are served at the surrounding tables in the entrance hall. Dressed-up women and men are chatting. Some of them have scantily clad figures on their laps. It reeks of pheromone suppressants.

Kim helps Porchay up the wide staircase. He looks up. Chandeliers hang from the high ceiling. His heels click on the marble.

A slim man in a light blue suit awaits them at the top of the stairs. He's not from around here. Porchay can't lie, the man objectively looks really attractive.

"It's so nice to welcome you. The goods today are truly exquisite." His voice sounds smarmy. "I'll give you your room key. If you need anything, don't hesitate to let our service staff know."

He leads his guests to the door whose number matches the key card. "I hope you and your companion have a great time."

After a touch of the key card, the door to the suite slides open. It smells of leather and some sickeningly sweet room fragrance.

"Have yourself a little refreshment. Your goods will be here shortly."

They sit down on the two armchairs at the round crystal table. Porchay crosses his legs and, giggling, holds out the slender wine glass to Kim. The Alpha uncorks the waiting bottle and pours him a drink.

After a few minutes, the suite door opens again. A burly man shoves a skinny figure into the room. Their puny bathrobe is open. Porchay sees Macau shivering. The fabric ripples in little waves.

"I hope you enjoy yourself." The man laughs and stays in the doorway for a moment.

Macau takes a few steps toward them. Only now does he look up. His eyes widen, but Kim quickly pulls him by the wrist onto his lap. He kisses his way down his neck. Gently.

Macau's skin here shows obvious welts and dark spots. It smells like puppy, and anger flares up in Kim's chest again. Underage and not even presented.

The man in the doorway finally disappears.

Immediately, Porchay pulls Macau into his arms. "Macau, you're safe. We'll take you to Vegas and Pete. Don't be afraid. Just trust us and stay close to Kim's side. Can you do that?"

Macau nods and stifles a sob.

Porchay reaches into his pants and hands Kim one of the two guns. Then he ties a knot in Macau's bathrobe.

Kim puts his arms around Macau's waist and leads him out of the hotel room. His cousin trembles. They stop at the top of the stairs. Porchay is standing right by his side.

And suddenly, the whole beautiful plan is dashed. Kim wants to see blood, and he knows Porchay feels the same way.

He aimes his gun at the chandelier hanging directly above the stairs and fires. Once. Twice. With the third shot, the monstrosity of gold and crystal plunges into the depths.

There's a crash, and glass shatters into thousands of tiny pieces. These pour down the steps like a shower of stars. It looks almost magical.

The guests, who had been celebrating until a moment ago, look at him in horror.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I hope I have your attention. Are you enjoying your evening? I hope the pleasure you've had so far can make up for any inconveniences that follow. Please be assured that your contact information has just been added to my file. Your names, home addresses, and safe houses, too." Kim laughs. "Whether you're sleeping with your stepson or having an affair with your wife's Pilates instructor. Whether you can't get an erection without Viagra or can only indulge your kinks for a fee. Congratulations. None of this is a secret anymore."

Kim goes down a few steps. "I'm not shaming honest sex work; it only arouses my displeasure when we don't play by the rules in this darkness. Anyone who is here voluntarily and believes they've done nothing wrong can go to my lovely staff at the main entrance. Rest assured that they can go on their way undisturbed. I would just say that you'll have to find another hotel. The champagne doesn't taste good anyway."

"Anyone here who isn't here voluntarily and needs help can turn to Gianna. The charming lady in green. Nothing will happen to you. I give you my word." Kims voice is honest.

For a brief moment, there is silence, then several scantily clad young women and men, almost still boys and girls, get to their feet.

"I think the Theerapayakun devil will be very interested in what happened here today." Now Porchay speaks.

Muffled gasps. Below left, an older woman appears to faint.

Porchay touched the welts on Macau's neck and shoulder. "Who was that?"

Macau nods toward their host's table, which is on a small gallery downstairs. The man can't seem to grasp the situation he's in, as he sits frozen in his chair.

Porchay slowly descends the stairs, his hips swaying to the rhythm of the still-playing music. He stops in front of the host's table.

"My dear, would you be so kind as to step aside a few steps. I don't want to soil your dress," he says to the woman sitting next to the man. She nods, shocked.

Porchay points his gun at the man's forehead. "You're lucky I'm not in the mood to play. Too much time has already been wasted here."

He pulls the trigger.

Finally, they're sitting in a spacious SUV. Big is driving. Arm has sent backup and a crew to clean up.

Kim has wrapped Macau in a thick blanket. Porchay holds a mug of steaming hot tea, mixed with a generous amount of sugar, to his lips. The trembling is slowly subsiding.

"Macau, can I ask you a question? If you don't want to answer me, that's absolutely fine, and we can choose a trusted person of your choice." Kim speaks extra gently.

Macau looks at him with large, dark eyes and nods calmly. "It's okay." His throat is dry.

"Were you raped or do you have other injuries we should know about?"

Macau flinches, but then quickly shakes his head. "No." He tries to make his voice sound firmer. "Other than what you've already seen, I haven't been touched."

Porchay hugs him tightly. "What were you thinking? Why didn't you come to me?"

Macau swallows. "The minor family shouldn't interfere in the affairs of the major family. Keep a low profile, and you'll stay alive. I'm very grateful to Pack Alpha Kinn for letting my brother live. Of course, it's our own duty to pay for his treatment. The major family shouldn't be burdened with that. It's not their fault. I lost the passkey to our emergency accounts. Vegas always told me not to be so careless. I just lost it. I'm still a stupid kid."

Now tears are running down Macau's cheeks.

"Do you really believe that? Oh, Macau." Porchay hugs his friend even tighter.

"Shh. Macau, breathe with me." Kim presses his wrist against Macau's and rubs them together. "You're safe here. No one is angry with you. There was a terrible misunderstanding. Vegas and Pete are being cared for in the major family compound. We are family. You and Porchay are mine to protect. I promise."

The SUV stops. The doors open.

“I want my hia and Pete,” sobs Macau.

Kim and Porchay look at each other helplessly. They're suddenly overwhelmed.

"Oh, shhh. Let me through. This pup needs a bath, a nest, and his parents."

Tankhun.

He's wearing a pink dressing gown and matching plush slippers.

"Good morning, everyone. I won't scold you. Porsche can handle this on its own. But Kim, would you please take Macau inside now? This car is no place for a pup in distress."

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A little earlier:

The training rooms are brightly lit. Some of the guards blink sleepily in the bright fluorescent light. They've just quickly thrown on tracksuits when their alarms went off, others are still in their uniforms.

Old and new guards, they've all gathered in the largest hall.

The new guards stand in small groups, whispering and exchanging speculations about why the entire guard staff seems to have reported here at this hour.

Chan enters the training hall through a side door and looks at the chaos, shaking his head.

The Beta waits for the crowd to notice him and stand to attention, but the conversations only get louder.

"They're new." Big steps to his side with a grin and folds his arms behind his back.

"That's no reason for mediocrity, and they especially shouldn't act like a bunch of scared chickens." Chan now looks Big straight in the eyes. "You were never just mediocre."

"You'll beat it out of them." Big winks at him.

Chan sighs. Then he lets out a deafening whistle. "Quiet!" he barks.

The assembled men scatter in alarm and look at the guard leader.

"Every single one of you who had the nerve to act like you're in kindergarten will run laps after this meeting. If it's your shift, you'll run laps afterward. I don't want to hear any complaints. You are to behave at all times. Do you understand?"

Nods.

"I asked, do you understand?" Chan yells.

"Yes, Chan, sir!" comes the reply, this time in unison.

The double doors swing open.

"Stand at attention! Khun Porsche has arrived," Big calls.

The men of various ages line up in two rows and straighten their shoulders.

The head omega approaches. His attire is casual, yet everyone's eyes are immediately glued to him.

He slowly paces the rows, adjusting the position of a guard here and there.

Chan clearly sees that some of the young guards are almost trembling.

The head omega even gives one or two encouraging nods.

Then his gaze turns cold, and he raises his voice. "We have guests. Khun Vegas and Khun Pete have joined the family today, and I want you to treat them with the same respect and deference you would treat Khun Kinn, me, or any other family member. You follow their orders. If someone points a gun at them, you take the bullet."

Porsche stops. His head jerks abruptly to the side.

"Why would we do this for that devil and his bitch?" a guard mutters.

"Big, please escort this wolf outside. Anyone who wants to can follow him," Porsche orders politely.

He looks thoughtfully at the other guards.

"It's precisely for reasons like this that I had to take some precautions." He looks toward the door. Two men and a woman enter and stand behind the head omega with their heads bowed.

"These three are Khun Vegas and Khun Pete's personal security team. They operate at the same position as Chan and Big and answer to me alone. Remember that."

"Now, step away!" Porsche yells and the quards quickly leave the hall.

Pete is awake when Porsche enters the infirmary. Tyme is just putting the blood pressure monitor back into one of the rolling cabinets in the room.

"May I come in?" Porsche asks cautiously.

The Omega in the hospital bed looks at Porsche for a moment with reddened eyes. Then he nods.

"I'll leave you alone for a while," says Dr. Thamin and leaves the room.

Porsche moves carefully across the room and sits down in a chair next to Pete's bed.

His fingers nervously intertwine, but then he reaches for Pete's hand, almost expecting the Omega to pull it away at the same moment. But that doesn't happen. Pete even returns the pressure.

"Oh Pete. I'm so glad you're here." The words bubble out of Porsche. "Why didn't you say anything? How could you even think for a second that I would abandon you? I know you're suspicious. I know the trauma between Vegas and his family runs deeper than I'll probably ever understand. You have every right to question our intentions. But Pete, I'm your best friend. You're my pack, my family. You deserve so much more than we've been able to offer you so far."

Porsche takes a breath.

"I want to care for your pup. Pete, I am so very happy for you.", he says very gently.

Porsche knows deep down that it will take time to convince Pete of the truth in his words.

"My pup?" Pete's eyes glaze over, and his right hand touches his belly, almost hesitantly.

"Your puppy is doing great. You are doing a great job momma. We're taking care of both of you now. I even have a picture for you."

Porsche pulls the ultrasound image out of his sweater pocket as if it were something very fragile.

Pete's eyes widen, and he clutches the ultrasound image tightly to his chest.

"I never had a place where I felt I belonged. Maybe at home with my grandmother on our island. Although, I stood out there too. Then I came here. I was weird and awkward. The one who couldn't even speak properly. Replaceable. Just a means to an end. Then you came. Then Vegas came. And I hated myself because I loved the things he did to me so infinitely. Sick things."

Tears gather in Pete's eyes. "I allowed my puppy to be conceived in an act of violence. I love this alpha so much. Sometimes I think I'm going to choke on it."

Porsche simply listens to him. Lets him cry.

As the tears slowly dry, Porsche hands Pete a glass and lets him sip from the straw.

"My sweet Pete. I'm not saying this to deny your feelings. You're allowed to feel, and they don't have to be nice or comfortable feelings. You're allowed to be. And you've done everything you can to survive in this sick world. Your Omega chose his Alpha, and I know he will protect you. You give him this pup, and I know he will protect him in return. And if there's ever even the slightest spark of doubt about that, I will rip out Vegas Theerapanyakun's throat and sacrifice his heart to our Goddess in your name. I give you my word on that."
Porsche places his and Pete's hands together.

"And when our Goddess deems the timing right, I will mark you as my nestmate. If I am destined to be Luna of this pack, it will only be with you as my second. You will always have a place where you belong."

Pete leans forward with effort and rests his forehead against Porsche's.

"In any other life, I will find you, and I know if we had been born into different bodies than the ones we share today, my wolf would have chosen you. Always. You."

And in these precious minutes, time doesn't exist.

There's a knock.

"Excuse the interruption. Khun Porsche, Khun Kinn would like to speak with you. I'm supposed to take you to him."

The bodyguard's nose almost touches the polished floor as he bows. He's one of the new guys, and he doesn't dare look his head omega in the eye. Porsche finds that almost cute. He looks young, with a bit of baby fat still on his face.

Porsche straightens up. "Now?"

The bodyguard nods frantically. "I'm really sorry, sir, but it seems Khun Kinn's request can't wait."

"Okay. I'll be right there. Where is he?"

"In the control room,"the guard answers.

Porsche gets a bad feeling, but he smiles it off and adjusts Pete's pillow.

"I'll be back soon. If anything happens, just ring for the nurse. Really, promise me, even if it's just for a small thing. We want you all to be okay."

"I promise!" Pete smiles wearily and leans back against the pillows. "How can you be so tired after sleeping all day?"

Porsche winks at him. "I read something about the effects of waning adrenaline. Where was that? Hmm, maybe in one of the many training sessions that were supposed to turn me into a bodyguard. Besides, you're growing a complete little wolf inside you. Rest."

Now Pete smiled. "That's true." He lovingly hugs his stomach.

Porsche quietly closes the door behind him.

Two of their IT employees are sitting at a large desk, typing away on their keyboards.

Kinn stands behind them, alert like a predator on the prowl.

"What happened? And don't you dare lie to me." Porsche looks sharply at the two men behind the desk.

"Khun Kim's team was able to locate Khun Macau. He's in a luxury hotel that's also being used as an illegal brothel. It seems Khun Macau saw this as his only way to make money," one of them begins.

"Khun Kim and Khun Porchay left there a good hour ago."

"What? Then what are you still doing here? Contact them. Are our guards on the move? Are they following them? Does Chan know?" Porsche's voice sounds a bit shrill.

"Our teams are on standby, but Khun Kinn says it's better to stay in the background so as not to jeopardize the mission."

Porsche approaches Kinn threateningly. He bares his teeth. "That's my puppy out there!"

"I know that, and I'll do everything I can to make sure nothing happens to him." The Alpha is serious.

"Kinn, if Porchay gets hurt, even a hair on his head. I'll hold you responsible. Do you understand, Alpha?"

Kinn nods stoically.

"What's all that shouting about?"

Tankhun appears in the doorway to the control room. He's wearing a pink bathrobe and pink plush slippers. Eye pads are stuck under his eyes.

"Porsche, your sour smell is polluting the entire room."

"Tankhun, I'm really not in the mood for jokes right now." Porsche growls, baring his teeth.

Tankhun orders the guards to step aside and sits elegantly in the desk chair himself. He crosses his legs and balances one slipper in the air.

"Kids, sometimes you really forget you were trained for this job. Do you have to do everything on your own?" He makes a waving gesture. "Arm, show them what you found."

Arm bows and adjusts his glasses. "Of course, Khun Tankhun."

"Can someone get me popcorn?" the tall Omega with the garish outfit asks the group, and Porsche would love to strangle him.

Arm connects his tablet to one of the large screens, and Porsche leans forward tensely.

"I hacked into the hotel's CCTV, and this is what we intercepted a few minutes ago."

Porsche can't believe what he's seeing. He sees Porchay, but then again, he doesn't. His innocent little brother wasn't flickering on the screen. The one he calls Puppy.

Porchay descends those stairs like an avenging angel and doesn't even flinch as he fires the gun at this man.

Tankhun squeaks slightly. "Hah! Isn't he gorgeous? I love this spot. Can we do that again, Arm?"

The sequence flashes across the screens in the room again.

Tankhun pats Porsche affectionately on the back of his hand. "My dear Porsche, our Porchay seems to have learned a lot more from our sociopathic brother than you would have thought possible. You should worry less, or you'll get wrinkles."

Now one of Kinn's men speaks up. "Khun Porsche, we can confirm this. The team just contacted us through our comms system. We just learned they're on their way back here. Big is driving their SUV. They're still a good twenty minutes from the compound."

Now:

"Macau, can I lift you? We can support you, but I don't think you're able to walk right now. But if you don't want to, we can manage that too."

Kim looks at him questioningly, and Macau nods shyly.

The alpha in Kim's chest purrs, and Kim wants to yell at him. This really wasn't the right moment.

He looks for Porchay's gaze, but his eyes are only fixed on Macau.

"It's really okay," Macau says wearily.

Kim takes him under the shoulders and behind his knees. Macau is really light. Very carefully, he carries him into the compound.

Someone had dimmed the lights here, and Kim was very grateful that he couldn't see any of the bodyguards who were normally stationed here around the clock.

The elevator doors open, and Kim, Macau, and Porchay enter the glass cabin.

The elevator takes the three of them almost silently to the upper floors.

"Would you like us to take you to Pete and Vegas right away?"

Macau looked at himself in the reflection of the glass walls.
The blanket has slipped aside, and the bathrobe he was given at the hotel covers only the bare essentials.

He looks vulgar, but not in a way that makes him feel sexy. His cheeks are stained with tears, and his eyes are puffy.

He shakes his head. "No, I don't want them to see me like this. I don't want to embarrass them."

Porchay makes a noise of protest and grabs his hand. "They don't care what you look like; they love you, Macau."

"That's perfectly fine. We can also take you to one of the guest suites. You can freshen up there, maybe take a bath, and rest," Kim says calmly.

He hasn't even finished this suggestion when Macau panics. Something inside him seems to scratch at his ribs and squeeze his heart at the thought.

"No, please! Don't leave me alone!"

Kim immediately holds him tighter. Macau presses his face against his neck and the gland there. Almost hyperventilating, he inhales the Alpha's scent.

"Shh. We won't leave you alone. We're taking you to our suite. Okay, calm down," Kim assures Macau.

"You'll see, the whirlpool function in our bathtub is truly divine. Some of Kim's clothes should fit you." Porchay talks quickly, and Kim knows he's trying to distract Macau.

Macau is actually slowly calming down.

The lights come on in their suite, but Porchay immediately flicks a few buttons to create a pleasant light there as well.

Kim sets his light burden down on the bed. Macau looks a bit lost there.

The Alpha fetches the first aid kit from the bathroom and kneels in front of Macau.

"I want to disinfect the welts."

Macau nods and closes his eyes.

Kim carefully dabs the alcohol on the areas where blood has surfaced. Macau hisses slightly.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want them to get infected. They'll heal quickly. After you've bathed, we'll apply cream to the wounds."

Meanwhile, Porchay busily whirls around the suite. He conjures up another bathrobe and slippers. He also lays out clothes for Macau: clean underwear, socks, padded sweatpants, and a sweater.

Kim raises his eyebrows. It's one of Porchay's oversized pieces, and he sees exactly how the Omega rubs the fabric against his wrist before carefully folding it and placing it on the pile with the other clothes.

"Would you like me to go to the bathroom with you?" Porchay asks Macau.

He seems to think for a moment, but then nods.

"Kim will be waiting for us out here. He might be able to order a snack for you. A warm bowl of soup would definitely be just what you need right now."

Kim smiles affirmatively. "I'll be near you the whole time. All you have to do is call me."

Porchay silently closes the bathroom door and guides Macau to the edge of the bathtub. He waits until Macau is safely seated and looks at him expectantly. Macau's hands are shaking.

"Would you like to use a bath product? I have a whole collection."
Porchay turns on the faucet and presses a few buttons.

Macau lowers his eyes. "Do you have anything that doesn't smell too strong? Artificial smells make me nauseous so quickly."

Porchay examines the many bottles and tubes on the shelf and then reaches for one with a simple label. He pours the contents into the running bathwater. A very subtle scent fills the room.

"Is that okay?" Macau nods again.

They remain silent for a while.

When the tub is well filled, Porchay feels the water temperature with his hand.

"The water should be just right now."

Macau hesitates.

"Would you like me to turn around? Or maybe swim trunks?"

Porchay is so attentive, and Macau slowly takes off his fluffy bathrobe.

"It's okay. I don't think there's much about me worth looking at. Can you help me into the tub? I don't really trust my legs."

Porchay's Omega protests again, and the dark-haired man completely agrees with his wolf.

He actually wants to avert his gaze anyway and give Macau some privacy, but his wolf is scrutinizing Macau intently, albeit as discreetly as possible. The narrow shoulders, the clearly visible collarbones. But also the muscle attachments that are visible beneath the otherwise lightly tanned skin, which now looks a bit pale.

They went to the gym on campus together often enough. Here, Macau always preferred to train with his own body weight instead of building rippling muscles like so many others his age.

Porchay often spent this time in the lounge area, scribbling song lyrics on napkins and sipping on his strawberry-flavored protein shake.

As Macau sits in the water, Porchay grabs a rag.

He carefully washes Macau's back with it.

"Lean your head back a little, and I'll wash your hair," Porchay tells Macau, smearing shampoo between his hands.

Then he massages it evenly into Macau's hair and scalp.

When rinsing, he's careful not to let the foam run into Macau's eyes.

"We're so glad nothing worse happened to you. I couldn't bear the thought. If you want to talk to someone about what happened today, I'll make sure you can. It's okay to seek professional help. You don't have to answer right now, but I want you to know that."

Porchay starts humming softly. A melody he's working on.

"Are you okay?" Kim asks, seeing Porchay sitting in front of the bathtub.

Macau has indeed fallen asleep in the warm bathwater. His face looks peaceful. His forehead is smooth, and his mouth has a soft expression. His cheeks are slightly pink.

"You have to lift him out of the tub, please. I clearly haven't trained for this."

Kim comes in and carefully lifts Macau. Macau grumbles quietly, and Porchay dries him in a semi-standing position. Then he helps him into underwear and sitting on just a loose T-shirt. One of his own loose T-shirts. They'll surely can make use of the rest of their clothes tomorrow.

Porchay follows Kim out of the bathroom and watches as his Alpha gently lays Macau down in the middle of their bed and then pulls the covers up to his shoulders.

"We should get ready for bed, too."

They stand together at the sink in silence. Porchay squeezes toothpaste onto his toothbrush and brushes his teeth almost aggressively.
He sees Kim watching him and, after two minutes, spits the rest of the toothpaste into the sink. He sighs. The foam disappears with the water down the drain.
The Alpha hugs him from behind.

"You were stunning today." His nose runs down Porchay's neck. Then he looks at himself and Porchay in the large, illuminated mirror. "My beautiful, strong omega."

"Could it be that you enjoy it when he smells like you? Or am I mistaken?" Kim tilts his head.

"You're the one who had to say that." Porchay taps Kim accusingly on his bare chest.

"How long has this been going on?" Kim's question hangs in the air between them, but Porchay realizes the question isn't meant for him alone. It seems more like his alpha is hoping some higher power will whisper an answer to him.

"Honestly, I have no idea." Porchay speaks softly. "I've always liked him. He made me happy when you didn't, and now it seems like my heart has somehow grown. My wolf can't bear to see him like this."

Kim kisses him.

"I feel the same way as you. My wolf would have loved to kill every single person in this hotel. We can only wait and see what time brings us. The ways of the Goddess are unfathomable."

"We can be there for Macau. Be good friends to him. And then...we'll see." Porchay nods.

They finally climb under the giant comforter with Macau.

Kim's hand finds Porchay's fingers under the pillows and he absentmindedly strokes them. He feels Macau snuggle against his chest. He hears Porchay purring and counts Macau's calm breaths.

Slowlyy sleep carries him away.

The peace doesn't last long, and Kim is instantly wide awake again. His right hand searches the darkness for the pistol on the nightstand, but a familiar smell and an accusing low growl stop him in his tracks.

A faint beam of light falls from the door onto their bed, and he sees Porsche enter the room.

Kim sees Porsche open his mouth, but then the Omega bites his lip.

Porchay sits up next to him and looks sleepily at Porsche.

"Goddess help you. Just wait. You two have been incredibly lucky. If that puppy wasn't sleeping in your bed right now, this conversation would look very different," Porsche hisses, glaring, especially at Kim.

The Alpha knows that if looks could really kill, he would have sunk into the sheets long ago.

Nevertheless, Porsche tiptoes to their bed and blows a kiss along Porchay's hairline.

"Are you okay, pup?"

Porchay nods. "Yeah, don't worry, Hia."

Porsche growls softly again, but he rubs his cheek against Porchay's and gently strokes his hair again. "Sleep well."

The door closes with a gentle click.

A little later, one hallway away, another door is thrown open. The door that leads to Kinn and Porsche's suite.

"How am I supposed to explain this to Pete? He's going to kill me. No, first I'm going to kill them both. And first of all, your evil little brother. He ruined my baby. I should have, I should have... They were so damn lucky Macau was asleep."

Kinn comes out of the bathroom, lured by the screams of his Omega. He has one of the soft towels tied loosely around his waist. With another, he dries his still slightly damp, wet, dark hair. There's a throbbing sensation behind his temples.

The Alpha lowers the towel to the floor and pulls Porsche toward him.

"You can kill whoever you want tomorrow. I'll even help you. But now calm down, darling. Everyone's safe."

He expertly peels Porsche out of the rest of his clothes and pushes the fabric toward the towel with his foot.

"Come into bed. Please."

Porsche grumbles quietly, but he allows Kinn to push him onto the mattress and spread the comforter over both of their naked bodies. The sheets smell fresh. The scent of Kinn's shampoo fills his nostrils.

His Alpha's massive body embraces him. Kinn's left hand rests on Porsche's bare stomach.

"Tell your pup that his daddy would be overjoyed if his mother were asleep right now. Because he's terribly tired."

His other hand sneaks between Porsche's legs. His fingers lazily stroke Porsche's slit, coaxing fresh slick. Kinn's fingers spread the moisture and rub Porsche's clitoris in a soporific rhythm.

Porsche moans and closes his eyes in pleasure.

The orgasm that breaks through him a little later leaves a delicious tingling sensation in his body.

"I think we can arrange that." Porsche yawns.

Out over the city, the first delicate pink flecks appear in the otherwise dark sky. Night is retreating. A gentle breeze stirs the curtains as it blows into the room through the slightly open sliding door leading to the terrace.

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The elaborately decorated mosaic tiles of his private terrace are wet with rain. The usually brilliant beige and orange tones, which imitate the finest desert sand, have turned a dark, muddy gray.

The pattering raindrops transform the curved pool into a lake full of tiny fountains as they fall from the sky onto the water's surface.

Tankhun takes off his bathrobe and strides across the terrace. The coolness of the stones sends goosebumps creeping up his calves and up to his thighs.

He carefully dips his toes into the water, but thanks to the built-in heating elements, the pool is still the perfect temperature today.

He walks down the shallow steps until the water reaches his belly button. Then he pushes off the ground and floats with his arms outstretched.

Above him, only the sky. High mountains of clouds. And the promise that this rain shower, too, will be followed by sunshine.
The raindrops wet his face, but they feel like gentle caresses and settle like small crystals in his long eyelashes.

He takes a deep breath, sucks it into his lungs, and then exhales with a small cry. Up to the sky and all those who call this endless expanse their home.

A cry that contains so many unspoken words. Look! I'm still here. I'm alive. I survived.

And for a while, there's only him, the wind, and the rain.

"Are you ready?" The familiar voice makes him sit up.

Tankhun dives under once more before climbing out of the pool. Water trickles down his body.

The slim figure wears a light short-sleeved hoodie and his usual wide linen trousers. She holds his bathrobe and passes it to the Omega once he reaches her height.

Tankhun slips into it.

Together they leave the terrace and enter the conservatory, where the lounger has already been set up among all the tropical plants.

The scenario is familiar. Tankhun hangs his bathrobe on a gold hook and lies down naked on the massage table. Beneath the soft cover is a heated blanket that has already been switched on. The warmth creeps deep under his skin.

A light sheet is spread over his abdomen. The cap of a tube clicks shut, and for a brief moment, there is a scent of disinfectant.

Then slender fingers massage his hairline and temples. His eyes meet the soft brown in his counterpart's eyes. They have, as always, that kindness and confidence. Not once has he detected even a trace of pity in them.

Tankhun closes his eyes in contentment, and his hands wander down to his shoulders. The massaging movements become more vigorous.

"How lovely, you're more relaxed than last time. Are the yoga exercises I showed you doing you any good?"

Tankhun hums softly in agreement, enjoying the massage.

After a while, the hands stop. "Would you like me to start? You know, as always, our agreed-upon word prevails. You have complete control, Tankhun. And would you like me to turn on some music?"

He was prepared for these questions. "Yes, you may begin. Our word is crane. No music."

"Very good." There's a smile in his voice.

This time, the fingers are oily as they move over his skin, circling his nipples. A gentle tingling sensation emanates from the movements, and Tankhun notices the small buds harden.

He sighs softly.

"Good. Let me hear you. Your feelings and your desire deserve a voice."

The left hand continues its efforts on his chest. Its counterpart moves lower.

"Would you like to raise your legs for me?"

Tankhun considers it for a moment, then pulls his feet toward his bottom.

"Very, very good."

The fingers caress his hip bone, gently tracing the bulging scars that have been there for so long and are still sensitive. The fingers slip under the fabric. They carefully draw circles over the shaved skin of his mons pubis.

Tankhun takes a deep breath. It happens completely involuntarily.

"Would you like to tell me what you're feeling right now?"

"It...I'm warm." Tankhuns voice is shaking a bit.

"Hmm. Where are you warm? Is it a pleasant warmth?"

"My lower abdomen. It feels warm below my belly button. I think it feels good." Tankhun sighs again.

"Just there or somewhere else too? Observe this feeling and tell me if anything changes."

Tankhun nods.

The left hand also moves lower. It strokes the inside of his thigh and where it connects to his hip.

"The warmth," Tankhun begins again.

"Yes?" The voice is very calm, giving him time to actually transform the words on his tongue into sounds.

"Between my legs."

"So there it is." Tankhun hears a smirk in the voice. "And it's a good kind of warmth?"

He nods.

"Don't be alarmed. I'm going to touch your vulva now. Your word is final, and you can interrupt me at any time."

Another nod.

"Do I have your consent, Tankhun?" The question is insistent.

"Yes." It's just a whisper.

The fingers touch the cleft between his outer and inner labia. They move up and down there, moving toward each other with gentle pressure when they reach the level of his clitoris.

An index finger finally dips between his inner labia. It pauses there.

"Tankhun?"

The Omega opens his eyes, which he had just squeezed shut. His eyes search for the voice's face. The warm brown is there again.

"Love, can you feel that? You're wet. This wetness, that's you. I didn't use any new oil."

Tears gather in Tankhun's own eyes. He feels the familiar burning, but the tears don't spill.

So many years. So many years this had been taken away from him. And now. Just like that. It's here.

"Shh. Breathe deeply into your belly. Relax."

The fingers run up and down his slit, spreading the slick that should be the most natural thing in the world.

"Where would you like to feel me now?"

And suddenly there was no more restraint. No sense of shame. Not today.

Tankhun feels inside himself and then speaks loudly and clearly. "On my clitoris, please, and I want you to insert a finger inside me."

There is no further questioning. He trusts his own decision.

His pearl is massaged and rolled back and forth between two fingers. The fingertips move vigorously over the bundle of nerves.
The warmth becomes hot. It tingles.

He moans.

The index finger in his slit is cautious, yet determined. It penetrates his vagina up to the second knuckle, and the Omega feels his muscles contract. It doesn't feel particularly good yet. More like neutral. But there's no pain. He experimentally tenses his pelvic floor before giving in again. He observes the changing sensation. Still no pain.

"Do you want me to bring you to orgasm by stimulating your clitoris?"

Tankhun shakes his head. "No. Stay where you are. I want to feel."

In the shower, Tankhun has to brace himself against the wall for a moment before finding the strength to step out of the huge cubicle. His legs still feel shaky, but he quickly regains his composure. He takes a deep breath and looks at his reflection. It seems like nothing has changed, yet he's a little closer to himself again.

Finally, he dries himself off with routine and chooses his outfit for the day.

Jun sits in the lounge of his suite. A half-empty coffee cup sits in front of him on the flat surface. Next to it lies a thick envelope.

As Tankhun enters the room, the other Omega stands up. Two strands of his brown hair fall across his forehead.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes." Tankhun nods. He is still very grateful that Jun, as always, waits after a session until he's collected himself and does a final check-in before leaving the compound.

"I left you something you can use until our next session, if you'd like. Your bodyguard took it. If anything happens, you can reach me as always at the number I gave you."

"Thanks. I'll be sure to try it out. Say hello to Sorn for me."

Jun laughs. "He's on a business trip in Japan and is offended. But he'll be back the day after tomorrow. Then I'll send him your regards."

Pol brings the Omega his coat, and the Omega slips the envelope into his coat pocket.

"Take care, Tankhun."

The blazing midday sun has temporarily banished the thick rain clouds, and the sky above the compound shines an almost perfect blue. The countless windows reflect the light, creating a scene like a good light show in a club. An almost thrilling spectacle.

Only a few small, wispy clouds mar the image, which could have come from one of the many glossy magazines that promote the city as an exciting, modern metropolis and attract people by the hundreds of thousands.

It's quiet, almost peaceful. The staff, of course, is on their feet as usual, quietly and diligently carrying out their respective tasks. Perhaps they're even trying to be especially quiet today, because behind the windows of the suites where the family, to whom they've all sworn allegiance, is staying, the heavy curtains are, for once, still drawn.

Well, in most of them, anyway.

The heels of Tankhun's ankle boots click across the freshly mopped floors. Today he's opted for skin-tight pants and a kind of kimono, which he's artfully draped over them.

Despite his morning appointment and the lack of sleep the night before, he feels surprisingly fresh and rested, or perhaps precisely because of that.

He enters the infirmary.

"I heard you're terrorizing our staff."

Pete takes a small sip from the teacup he's just been served and raises his chin. "Who says that?"

"Let me think. It could be that Arm told me about crying baby bodyguards and I was hilariously amused by it."

"Good. Then maybe they finally get it. I'm pregnant, not sick. There's a significant difference."

"I would have loved to see you throw those shampoo bottles at their heads." Tankhun giggles.

"Haven't you already?" Pete raises an eyebrow.

Tankhun chuckles softly. "Maybe."

Pete nods. He looks like a content cat sitting there on the massive, overstuffed chair with the footrest. He's swapped his hospital gown for incredibly soft loungewear, and his feet are tucked into handmade cashmere socks.

"I didn't mean to hit him in the head. But that kindergarten-age bodyguard actually dared to come into the bathroom while I was still in the shower. As if I should be held hand-in-hand for such mundane activities."

"You can't fool me." Tankhun winks at Pete.

"If you're up for it, I'd like to introduce you to your new security team. Porsche hand-picked them. He thought this might ease Vega's justified suspicions a bit." The big Omega holds out his arm to Pete.

"What kind of question is that?" Pete glances quickly at Vega's bed. His Alpha is still sound asleep. His features are completely peaceful.

Pete lets Tankhun lead him out of the room.

In the hallway of the infirmary, three people in tailored suits are waiting for Pete. Two men. A woman.

They bow low when they see Pete.

Pete lets go of Tankhun and sneaks around his new bodyguards, memorizing every detail.

The woman has light skin and even lighter hair, neatly cut short. She's tall and long-limbed. She's clearly not from around here. Pete sniffs. An Alpha. Perhaps mid-30s. Her posture suggests a military background. Certainly superior in close combat.

"Khun Pete. My name is Astrid."

Pete nods contentedly.

The man next to her has a beefy build. Younger than Astrid. His suit is slightly tight across his chest. His hands and neck are tattooed. He bows again.

"Arthit, Khun Pete." His voice is deep, but has a surprisingly warm undertone. Despite his appearance, his scent is very subtle, almost reserved. An Omega.

The third bodyguard is smaller than the other two. His body looks like he spends most of his free time, and perhaps even his work, running. Fast and agile. His hands are calloused and bear some old scars. He smiles at Pete. His teeth are sparkling white. Another Omega.

"I'm Suchart. Khun Pete, I'm in the service of your family."

Pete freezes. How long had it been since he'd heard his native dialect?
He crosses his arms in front of his chest, and Suchart returns the gesture.

He'd certainly have a quiet chat with Suchart when he had a quiet moment. Porsche has really done a great job. Pete is certain, and his gut feeling is correct, that this team will give their absolute best. Their proximity doesn't repel him, which is definitely a good sign.

He turns around. No, they're already imprinted on his environment like a constant. Something that's there without being too noticeable or too intrusive.

The doors of the infirmary swing open, and Pete has a warm bundle in his arms.

He doesn't even notice the others discreetly retreating.

The Omega almost stumbles back into his and Vegas room.

He pulls Macau onto the freshly made bed. The boy is wearing an oversized shirt and short shorts. His hair is soft and messy. Macau looks like he just got out of bed.

He snuggles up to Pete's chest and hugs him as if he wants to crawl into the Omega and hide there.

"Oh, shhh, pup. Stay calm. What happened? I'm here."

Pete rocks him gently. Macau makes himself as small as possible and repeatedly lets out a soft squeak.

"Please, Pete. Please don't be mad. I'll never do it again. Don't send me away. Please, I'll do anything." Macau's voice almost cracks.

Pete pushes the trembling bundle away from him and sets his teeth on Macau's throat. The boy's body immediately goes limp.

"Shh. You'll make yourself sick. Macau, I don't know what happened, and you don't have to tell me now. But no matter what you do, we would never send you away. You belong right here. Right here in my arms."

Then Pete pulls him back to his chest.

"You're safe. We'll always take care of you. Nothing and no one can hurt you. My sweet, sweet pup, Mama is here."

He brushes Macau's sweaty hair from his forehead and gently scratches his neck.

"Mama is here. That's better."

Macau's irritaded breathing calms a little. The squeaking turns into a whimper.

"Shh, baby, look. Your Hia is over there, and he's getting the best care we can imagine. He'll be completely healthy again, and I'm sure Porsche has already prepared a suite for us. If Vegas gets better, we'll stay there for the duration of his therapy. I'm going to build us a nice big nest with the softest blankets and pillows. You can choose the materials with me, and then we'll cuddle and watch movies together there. You can tell me what happened at university, and you'll be able to see Chay much more often than before. Isn't that wonderful?"

His voice is almost lulling.

"And we can think about everything we need for your little brother or sister. You must have so many good ideas. The puppy in my belly is doing wonderfully. They're completely healthy and growing as they should. You don't have to worry."

Pete continues stroking Macau's hair. "You'll have much more time for your interests, and we'll finally have the opportunity to be a relatively normal family. That's what you wanted, right?"

Macau takes a deep breath of the Omega's scent and buries his face in Petes neck.

"You can tell me anything, and I know we'll find a solution together. You are truly loved, Macau," Pete says quietly.

They lie together on the bed, listening to Vega's steady breathing.

Suddenly, the alpha narrows his eyes. His nose wrinkles.

Pete arranges a spot for Macau on the armchair next to Vega's bed. Lovingly, he tucks a light blanket around his shoulders and watches as the puppy's eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

He carefully sits down on the edge of the bed next to his alpha.

Vegas feels as if he's underwater, but it's not a dark, raging ocean. It's a crystal-clear lake with turquoise water in which he floats like a fetus in its mother's womb. He remains in this state for a long time, completely carefree. The water is pleasantly warm and surrounds him on all sides. Until something changes. The sunlight penetrates his eyelids, becoming brighter over time. The darkness recedes.

Slowly, very slowly, an invisible force carries him to the surface until he finally opens his eyes, surfaces, and lets air into his lungs.

Vegas coughs. His eyes water, but through the veil he sees Pete's beautiful face.

His Omega has changed. There are no longer dark circles under his eyes. His cheeks are rosy.

"Hey, there you are again. We've been waiting for you." Pete takes Vega's hand and draws small circles on the back of it. "Are you in pain?"

Vegas checks himself and shakes his head in surprise. "No." It's just a croak.

"You must be thirsty." Pete opens a fresh bottle and pours the water into the mug on Vega's nightstand.

He slowly hands it to his Alpha in tiny sips.

Vegas swallows. He never thought the feeling of water could be so pleasant.

"Where are we?" He looks around.

"In the major family compound, but shhh. Don't get upset. It's all right. Porsche had us brought here."

"What?" Vegas tries to sit up, but Pete gently but firmly pushes him back onto the bed. How could he be safe here? Where was Macau? But his Omega looks completely relaxed. His hand lovingly strokes his belly.

Their pup!

"Calm down, Alpha. Your first pup is doing well so far. We had a little scare, but now it's all right. He'll tell us what happened when he's ready. Look, he's asleep, and I'll take care of your second pup."

"You're all about getting healthy." Pete presses a gentle kiss on Vegas' lips. "We're home, Vegas. You don't have to run away anymore."

The door opens and Dr. Thamin enters. He smiles with delight when he sees Vegas is awake.

"How wonderful. You've woken up, Khun Vegas. I'm Dr. Tyme Thamin, and I took over your care two days ago. You probably don't remember our first meeting. That's no cause for concern. We've checked your wounds and adjusted your pain medication. The inflammation I detected is already subsiding. You'll continue to receive an IV drip of antibiotics and a painkiller three times a day for the next week. If your condition is stable, we can then discuss administering the medication orally."

He shines a light into Vegas's eyes, takes his temperature, and checks his pulse and blood pressure. Pete gives Vegas a reassuring squeeze.

"Everything looks very good. I'll inform Khun Kinn immediately at the next opportunity," Dr. Thamin says.

"That won't be necessary. I've already been informed." Kinn stands in the doorway, but he doesn't come in.

Vegas growls involuntarily and tries to push Pete behind him, which is practically impossible in his current situation.

Kinn straightens his shoulders, looming to his full imposing height, a depp hum rising in his throat.

But before the hum can swell into a threatening growl, Porsche pushes past his Alpha.

He puts a finger to Kinn's lips. "Ah ah." Porsche clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "Don't you dare, Anakinn. You're not a petulant little boy. Vegas is hurt. His Omega is pregnant, and Macau has had a rough time. On top of that, all three of them aren't in their usual environment. It's only understandable that his protective instincts kick in. So behave yourself."

Porsche glares warningly at Kinn, and the Alpha drops his shoulder.

"We're a family, even if you're still getting used to the idea. I really don't have the nerve for your destructive, unprocessed, traumatic tantrums today." Then Porsches expression softens, and his gaze becomes loving. He nudges Kinn's nose, then grabs the back of his hair and pulls him down to him. Their lips touch.

"I love you, Alpha, you know that. Even though I'm hereby advocating for you to... No, preferably the whole family. We should all find a therapist."

Porsche smiles and turns to Vegas and Pete.

"Vegas, we're very happy that you're already feeling a little better. Take all the time you need, and if you need anything, let me know. If you'd like, Pete, I'll show you your suite as soon as you feel like it. We can go to one of the malls in the next few days and get the materials for your nest. Perhaps Chay and Macau would like to come along."

Pete nods and pats Vega's shoulder reassuringly.

"That sounds good."

Porsche smiles contentedly. "You need good food to regain your strength. I'll order something from the kitchen right away and have it sent up to you."

Before the Omega closes the door, he winks at Pete again. "It's a work in progress."

Then he pulls his grim Alpha out of the room.

Porsche links arms with his Alpha and together they leave the infirmary, but when Kinn tries to head for the offices, Porsche stops him.

"Come with me, you big, bad Alpha. I've reserved the spa area for us. After all that excitement, you could use some relaxation."

"And before the frown on your forehead deepens, I have a doctor's permission for a sauna session. Not too long and not too hot. But remember, just pregnant, not sick."

Soft, relaxing music trickles from the speakers, mingling with the sound of the fountains. The scent of eucalyptus and expensive massage oils fills the air.

Porsche slips off his slippers and places them next to Kinns, who are standing in front of the glass door to the leftmost sauna. His alpha, of course, has opted for the low-temperature cabin, even though he can't get enough heat.

Porsche's skin is damp from the shower. He sighs contentedly as he opens the sauna door and the hot air hits him.

The lights are dimmed. Kinn sits on one of the lower levels. His eyes are closed. Beads of sweat cover his body.

Porsche climbs onto the bunk above and climbs behind his Alpha.

"Are you well, Alpha?" he asks.

Kinn hums in agreement.

"How did I deserve this delicacy?" Porsche touches Kinn's pecs, kneading them gently. He runs his hand down his strong arms and traces his prominent abs.

Kinn's stomach tightens beneath his touch.

Porsche strokes downward along the discreetly formed V. Then, suddenly, he grasps Kinn's cock and massages it up and down with a slight twist of his wrist.

Kinn moans and lets his head fall back. Porsche smiles and kisses his way down his alpha's neck, occasionally letting him feel his teeth.

His left hand lingers where Kinn's knot forms during a rut or a particularly satisfying orgasm.

"I've got you, Kinn."

His index finger caresses his sensitive tip, collecting a few drops of sweat and spreading them over the head.

"Are you getting hot, Alpha? I love seeing you like this. When you're breathing a little faster because your lower belly is contracting and you feel how hard your cock is. And I know you'd love to be in control right now and would love to sink into my hot tightness as quickly as possible. But Alpha...I'm in control. Does that turn you on?"

Kinn's hips want to meet Porsche's touch. His thigh muscles begin to tremble slightly.

"We have time, Alpha. So much time." Porsche grins. "And I just started."

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Earlier:

Their suite lies in peaceful darkness. The artificially created shadows have settled over the room like a blanket, shielding it from the outside world.
It feels almost as if they were in a cave, or perhaps more like they were in a den. Deep underground in a nest of leaves and moss, softly padded and well hidden from any enemies that might be lurking outside.

Only a single, narrow beam of light falls through the thick curtains into the room, indicating that the world outside has continued to turn despite the cozy darkness inside.

Chay blinks slightly and his eyes find the illuminated alarm clock. The sun has already passed its highest point of the day, but here in their bed, he couldn't care less.

The Omega buries his face in his pillow, inhales the scent of fresh laundry, and turns over.

There, he is greeted by a sight that makes his Omega purr with happiness. Chay feels his heart accelerate its steady and reliable pumping.

Macau has wrapped most of the blanket around himself like a cocoon. He lies on his side. His face is turned toward Chay. He looks peaceful. Younger. The goddess seems to have given him good dreams today.

The Omega would have liked to brush a few tangled strands of hair from his forehead, but he doesn't want to disturb the sleep Macau so desperately needs.

Macau's right arm has struggled out from under the blanket, and Chay can see that his hand has grabbed the hem of Kim's T-shirt.

The Alpha is lying on his back, snoring softly. Chay smiles.

Macau sighs softly and moves closer to the Omega. But he doesn't let go of Kim for a second.

Chay's Omega exults and slowly spreads his arms. As if Macau can sense this, he presses his head into the crook of Chay's arm and twists his mouth into a sweet yawn.

The blanket slips, and Chay gently pulls it back over Macau's shoulders.

He opens his eyes a crack and looks sleepily at Chay.

"Did you sleep well?" Chay asks, smiling.

Macau nods.

"But you're still tired?"

Another small nod.

"Then let's get some more sleep."

Chay and Macau snuggle together, and for a while, the suite becomes the den again, and the blankets a nest yet to be built.

The Omega feels Macau's warm body in his arms, and together they listen to each other's breathing deepen.

Two hours later, Macau leaves the safe den, and he hasn't even quite stepped over the threshold when his heart starts racing. No one can shut out the outside world forever.

One week later:

When you no longer feel like you're constantly fighting for your survival and the survival of your loved ones, the days pass surprisingly slowly, especially when the highlight of the day is eating the meal that's just around the corner.

Pete doesn't want to disparage this new kind of peace or trade it for the experiences of the past few months, but his body and especially his mind still yearn for new experiences. There's a tingling sensation under his skin that desperately needs to be converted into energy.

So it really shouldn't surprise anyone that he would have loved to throw his arms around Porsche when the Omega announced after breakfast that today was a perfect day for their shopping trip.

To be honest, Pete would have done mundane things with Porsche, like weeding. The weeds in the small green islands among all the concrete and glass of Bangkok. Of course, not the weeds in the meticulously landscaped and blooming main garden of the compound.

How was it even possible to crave dirt under his shoes and the smell of gasoline and other exhaust fumes in such big ways?

"Why bother with the foot soldiers when the queen of shopping is at your service?"

Tankhun enters the underground parking garage with style. Fake fur coat. Glasses. But in comfortable pants and flat shoes. Behind him are at least a dozen of their bodyguards, and Arm and Pol in civilian clothes instead of their usual uniforms.

Porsche knows protest is futile here, so he silently lets Big hold the door to one of the SUVs for him. He lets Pete climb in ahead before taking a seat on one of the wide leather seats. Chay and Macau climb inside behind him.

Their destination lies in a somewhat quieter and more exclusive corner of Siam. Here, the crowds aren't quite as densely packed, and above all, the place isn't packed with tourists, who usually cluster like ants in this popular shopping district.

The building housing Nest & More is five stories high and has a completely glass front.

Porsche had actually expected the attached parking garage to be bursting at the seams, especially since the weekend was almost upon them and they were in the rainy season. Heavy rain showers and a lack of sunshine gave the wolves more time for special moments together, making this peak season for anything related to nests and pups.

People were eager to buy things they really needed, could need, or thought they needed.

But the parking spaces were completely deserted. Not a single vehicle was parked there. Not even the taxis, which usually waited for new customers in designated areas. Only gray concrete, white lines, and artfully arranged ornamental plants in pots of every shape and size.

Had the shop closed? That would really annoy Porsche. A frown forms on his forehead, and he grumbles quietly to himself. He had been so looking forward to choosing the furnishings for his new nest with Pete and advising him. Where the nest was, that was home. And Porsche's Omega rejoiced at the thought of Pete calling the compound his home again. And this home should be as beautiful as possible. He wanted to make sure of that personally.

Big parks the SUV right in front of the entrance.

Porsche grimaces in frustration, but the Omega hasn't reckoned with Tankhun.
He struts past them, through the sliding doors that swing open, and straight into the entrance area.

The store wasn't closed.

Behind the door stands a tall woman with long blonde hair, wrapped in a floor-length green silk dress. Extraordinary feather earrings glitter in her ears.

Tankhun hugs her and blows a feather-light kiss on both cheeks.

"Mon cherí, how nice to see you again," she greets the tall Omega. The woman has a distinct but very melodious accent.

Beaming, Tankhun turns to the rest of his companions.

"Of course, I've spared no effort to make your shopping experience unforgettable and, above all, as comfortable as possible. No distractions and absolute privacy. So I called this charming lady to reserve her masterpiece all for us. May I introduce you to Evangeline Verseau. Chief designer and founder of the international market leader in everything around nesting. And also an Oxford graduate in the field of relationship and hierarchy structures in the modern pack. An absolute powerhouse, and I'm very happy that she found love in our beautiful Thailand and that we can now benefit from her expertise. You have a wish, be sure Evangeline has already granted it."

The bodyguards, except for Arm, Pol, Big, and Astrid, fan out and return a few minutes later with the premises cleared. Tankhun is just finishing his brief round of introductions.

Evangeline bows.

"Khun Pete, Khun Porsche, I'm delighted to welcome you. When Tankhun called me and told me you wanted to create a completely new nest, I was only too happy to reserve the appointment and the shop for you. How about we sit down in the lounge area with some refreshments and discuss the nest planning. I'll go over all the options with you, and you can tell me your specific wishes."

The blonde leads her customers to a seating area with heavenly soft armchairs.

"The young people are welcome to wait in our lounge area if they wish. We always show some new films there, or they are, of course, free to browse the store to their heart's content. If they need anything, my staff is always available. I hope they have a great time."

Evangeline looks at Chay and Macau, who have stood up.

Pete smiles encouragingly at Macau. "Just pick what you like, Macau. You're sure to find some pillows or blankets you particularly like. Chay will definitely help you with that."

"Champagne, coffee, tea, juice? What can I get you?" Evangeline asks.

Porsche and Pete both order tea.

Evangeline crosses her legs, pulls out a pen and clipboard, and places a tablet on the table between herself and her customers.

She smiles at Pete. "Khun Pete, I've been told you're our premium customer today. I'll first talk you through the basics. Then I'll walk you through the store and we can choose the right materials, accessories, and fabrics."

"How big is the room for the future nest and where in the room should it be placed?"

Pete thinks about it and looks to Porsche for help.

"The room is 30 square meters and is part of the adjoining suite. The windows face east. There's a separate en-suite bathroom."

"That sounds like a very good starting point."

"Pete, now it's your turn." Porsche gently nudges the Omega in the side.

Pete remembers the first time he stood in the room. It smelled of fresh paint and wood polish. The rectangular room is divided towards the window front by a partition wall with a large archway set into it. He wants to set up the nest behind it.

Evangeline sketches the room on the tablet and shows Pete the possible nest models.

He decides on a square nest with a waist-high balustrade that tapers off at the front into a semicircle with an opening in the middle.

"Perfect. That works wonderfully. How many people should the nest be designed for?" asks Evangeline, opening the menu for the dimensions.

"For my alpha, me, and our almost-grown son. And of course, our pup, when they arrive. But I want plenty of space. My nest should be a place for all my pack members, whenever they want it."

Evangeline shows Pete how he can imagine the size, and Pete nods in agreement.

"I recommend a full-length mattress model and special protective covers. Slick, semen, sweat. All of that can be a bit annoying sometimes, and it should be easy to wash off. I can assure you that the covers don't feel at all like plastic. We can install a mini-fridge within the enclosure of the nest. Then you'll always have access to drinks or small snacks. All of our materials are resource-efficient, hypoallergenic, and produced without animal cruelty. Most are handmade."

A little later, Porsche and Pete are lying together, laughing, on one of the many mattresses on display for testing. They've probably tried out a dozen already.

"This one is it," Pete decides.

Evangeline notes the model number and immediately sends out an order for the mattress in the correct size.

Porsche helps Pete to his feet. They take the escalator to the next floor.

The bodyguards push several shopping carts behind them.

Pete runs his fingers over fabric samples, checking quality and tear resistance. He selects simple sheets. Pillows for sleeping. Blankets for sleeping. Large and small furs. Throws and bedspreads. Cushions for padding the balustrade. Cushions for cuddling. Cushions for decoration.

With Porsche's advice, everything becomes a mix of cream and sand tones paired with dark olive and accents of soft mint green.

Evangeline leads them to another corner of the store.

"Here are our extras. Would you like to have hooks, ropes, or snap hooks built into the nest? If couples have more unusual sexual tastes, we have the right solution for that too." She winks slightly.

Pete feels like he's blushing. Porsche just laughs.

And so, here too, Pete chooses the options that, after some consideration, he considers to be the right choice.

Meanwhile, Macau and Chay have landed in stuffed animal heaven. Macau has packed an entire family of otters into his shopping cart, and Chay is clutching a small dinosaur to his chest whose dark, button eyes remind him of Kim.

Laughing and joking around, they stroll through the many aisles, engage in a pillow fight that involves the innocent bodyguards—a fight that Tankhun actually wins—and pick out identical blankets made of soft teddy fabric.

Suddenly, Macau stops dead. His cheeks burn, and he looks embarrassedly at the objects displayed on the shelves in front of him.

Chay pushes past him and, laughing, grabs Macau's hand.

"Don't look so scared."

The Omega runs his hand over various glass dildos that shimmer in the light.

"I love it when you put them in the fridge before use, so they slowly warm up with your body. Those ridged patterns feel fantastic, too."

Macau chokes.

While Pete was putting together what was probably the most beautiful and perhaps most expensive nest you've ever seen, Vegas was lying on the double bed in their suite, staring softly at the ceiling as if there were some secret symbols up there that could explain his new life situation to him.

He felt this tension, a knot in his stomach that wouldn't really go away even after his time here.

How was his body, and especially his nervous system, supposed to learn that he was safe and that Kinn wasn't trying to kill him at the next opportunity? He could repeat the opposite in his head like a mantra all too often, but it didn't change anything.

Vegas sighed. He had been very grateful to Dr. Thamin when he was allowed to move from the infirmary to the suite. A buzzer system had been set up here just in case, and his medication was still being brought to him regularly, but he didn't quite feel like a patient anymore.

And in the suite, especially in their bed, it smelled heavenly of Pete. The Alpha breathed in the scent of his Omega deeply. And that subtle, special note that had mingled with his scent, telling everyone that his pup was growing inside Pete. A child that belonged entirely to them. To Pete and Vegas.

Suddenly, Vegas hears footsteps. The suite door opens.

He sits up as best he can, and then a strange smell fills his nose. His nostrils flare. He tries to reach for the nightstand, pull open the top drawer, and take out his gun, but his fingers grope in emptiness. This wasn't his usual bedroom, and somehow his drug-addled brain hadn't yet taken this precaution, which was so important to him.

Vegas growls. Even though he knew it wouldn't do much good and that he was an easy target. Still wounded and still weakened. He really wouldn't have thought Kinn was capable of that, although he had, but he'd let himself be lulled by this enforced peace. He'd become inattentive. You don't underestimate your enemies. Not for a second. What a grave mistake.

"Woah, Alpha, calm down."

Vegas abruptly opens his eyes and looks into the brown, doe-like eyes of a tall young man. He's wearing sweatpants, a tank top, sneakers, and is incredibly muscular. On his neck and arm, Vegas's tattoos catch his eye, and he takes another breath.

The pungent Alpha scent that startled him fades into the background, leaving him with only a very fresh, clean scent. Omega. Not that an Omega couldn't kill him just as much as an Alpha.

He bares his teeth, but the young man approaches, unfazed.

"I have four Alphas at home, so I'm really not impressed. Vegas, right? You can call me Kookie. All my friends do, and I really intend for us to build a friendship. This is a done deal, unchangeable, and I would be very grateful if you would cooperate in this area. It makes the situation easier."

"And no, I don't want to kill you. Nothing is further from my mind. We'll both be spending the next few weeks together at a later time each day, at least a little bit apart. Don't look so surprised. I'm your physiotherapist and I want to make sure you get back on your feet as quickly as possible."

"I'm allowed." Suddenly, Kookie pushes up Vega's T-shirt. Vegas can't react that quickly.
Carefully but expertly, the so-called physiotherapist's hands palpate the remnants of the wounds on his upper body.

"That looks fine, but of course the tissue, and especially the fascia, is stuck together. These demigods in white aren't thinking about that. Early mobilization. For your muscles and for scarring. I'll massage it after our training session. Then hopefully the scarring won't be quite as prominent. But first, let's go for a good walk."

Vegas looks at him incredulously. He had barely made it the few steps to the bathroom, and that was only under the supervision of the nursing staff.

But Kookie looks confident. He walks to the door and pulls in what looks suspiciously like a walker.

"I'm definitely not using that." Vegas is shaking his head.

"Fine, that's fine with me. Then you can lean on me, but I don't know if you prefer that." Kookie grins.

His toe taps up and down on the floor while Vegas grapples with his fate.

"I have a lot of time and I get paid anyway. No matter what we do here,but it's not my type. Overcoming stubborn patients is one of my favorite things to do. And I've been told that a certain Alpha needs his mobility back as soon as possible. You and your omega are expecting a puppy aren´t you? The early days are particularly demanding. You want to give your all to your Omega. I couldn't have imagined when our Yoongi had the twins, and I wouldn't have been in the best shape of my life. Especially now, when they're running around and making everything unsafe. You have to be fast on your feet."

Vegas growls through gritted teeth, but then slides to the edge of the bed.

Kookie calmly pushes the walker closer and waits until Vegas has struggled to his feet. Beads of sweat are already forming on his forehead.

"Very good, that's working. Take a deep breath and exhale. Your circulation will get used to it in no time."
He places a hand on Vegas's stomach and a hand on his back, where the alpha is still standing rather hunched over.

"Breathe against my hands and straighten up here. Use the air and give your tissues a little stretch."

Vegas tries it and groans. His wounds are quite sore, but after a few minutes he gets used to the new feeling.

Kookie nods contentedly. "Very, very good. And now we'll walk a bit. One foot in front of the other. We want to at least make it to the first window in the hallway."

And Vegas actually manages it. Even though it was at a snail's pace and completely sweaty, he was very proud at the end.

Later, he lay back on the bed and let the Omega massage his shoulder and neck.

Then Kookie works on the skin around the wounds and then, wearing sterile gloves, very carefully rubs the stitches themselves with medical-grade oil.

"Gunch wounds are really nasty. These ones are healing really well, though. You should be very proud of yourself."

Vegas wonders how many gunshot wound victims the Omega has treated, and then decides he probably didn't even want to know.

"What's Kookie short for?"

"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Now Kim."

Vegas snorts. This wasn't just any physical therapist, of course. Why hadn't he noticed before? He knows the face.

"You're a friend of Tae."

"Among other things. I'm a friend of Tankhun. I'm a friend of Pete, and now I'm a friend of the Theerapanyakun Devil."

He smiles.

Chay watches the motorcade drive off. Luckily, they'd swallowed his flimsy excuse and accepted that Kim would pick him up for a Wik appointment.

The motorcycle stops right in front of him. Kim takes off his helmet.

"That can't be true. I was sitting there screaming at our Goddess that it really couldn't be that time. He hasn't even been presented yet."

"Hmm." Kim sniffs Chay's neck. "Is your heat near now? You're not usually so easily upset."

"Alpha, take me home," the Omega commands instead of answering the question. And Kim knows that, for once, he means the penthouse.

Kim lies on the mattress. His wrists are tied together with a thin belt.

Chay kneels over him. Naked. His thighs glisten wetly. The Omega holds Kim's cock with both hands.

And here, between them both in the silence of the penthouse, are the next words spoken, simply words for which no one will judge them. Especially not Kim and Chay themselves. Here they do not have to.

"He's so innocent, and I want to destroy that innocence, not all at once, but slowly, step by step." Chay takes in a big breath. "I want to show him how beautiful he is. Inside and out. Naked and dressed in the most beautiful clothes."

"I want to find the spots that make him tremble. The spots that make his heart rate quicken and he gasps for breath. The spots that make goosebumps form on his skin and he moans sweetly, then blushes."

"I want to ignite his excitement, turn it into a fire, and draw out all the sweet sounds from him." Chays fingers run around Kims chest.

"I want him to shyly rub himself against me, looking at me with those big, dark eyes. His cheeks red, his lips slightly parted. I'll smile at him and feel my way between his legs. I'll caress him and make him spread his legs. They'll tremble. You'll hold him while I lie between his legs and touch that soft skin. I'll conquer his secret place, ever so gently."

Chay sighs. "You might have to hold him a little tighter as I stroke myself into him, because all these new sensations will overwhelm him. He'll moan, and I'll be very careful. Let him feel my fingers. Just one at first. It might hurt a little, but it's a sweet pain, and you'll be there to hold him. I'll touch him where no one has touched him before. Let my fingertips dip inside him, moving them in and out. Feel that velvety tightness."

"He'll beg because he can't identify this new heat in his lower abdomen. And I'll kiss him reassuringly. I'll remind him that he's safe here with us." Chay escapes a little moan. "And then he'll let out a little squeal of surprise because it feels so good when I hit those sweet spots, and I'll let him endure this pleasure."

Chay shakes his head about himself. "I'm so ruined."

"Those are just fantasies. He'll always be in control, no matter what, and you'll be there for him in whatever role he takes when he discovers this new side of himself. And it will be exciting, and new, and probably completely different from what we imagine, and we'll make mistakes, but it will be good. And in the meantime, enjoy your fantasies. They're not bad things. You're not bad." Kims gaze is soft.

Chay moans. He guides Kim's cock to his entrance, savoring the delicious moment as he plunges the tip inside him, pressing it against just the right spot.

"Take what's yours," Kim breathes hoarsely.

And the Omega lowers himself down onto his entire length.

Kim looks at this wonderful creature and suppresses a deep moan.

"Do I feel good inside you? Am I filling you the way you like? Come on, hold me a little tighter. Just like that."

Chay circles his hips and sighs in delight. His mouth opens.

"Oh baby, what was that? Do you want to do that again?" Kim grins.

Chay repeats the movement, holding onto Kim's shoulders. His nails leave red marks, but the alpha doesn't mind.

"Hmmm, did you hit your spot? Are you getting a little hot?"

Chay growls and moves his pelvis up and down more vigorously.

"Oh yes. There it is, your sweet spot. I can see it, my sweet Omega. You only look like that when you feel me where it almost feels too good."

Chay tilts his head back. Kim was waiting for this and skillfully wriggles his hands out of the leather.

His hands find Chay's hips.

"Then let's see." He lowers Chay onto his cock and lifts him back up slightly. He repeats the whole process, agonizingly slow.

The Omega falls forward and grabs Kim's neck.

The Alpha purrs softly.

"Here it is again. I'm exactly right here. And let's see how sweetly you moan when I slide my index finger between your lips. Here we are connected, my darling. How stretched you are. Let me tease you a little. Hmm, do you like it when I dip my finger in a little bit? Just a little bit. Or is that too much for you? But I know you'll get a little wetter if I rub your clit now. Just a little bit. And... oh yes. It's already happened, you can't help it. You let me slide inside you so quickly, even though you already have my cock inside you, and if I curl my finger now..."

Chay screams.

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Pete climbs into bed with Vegas, freshly showered, and presses his cold feet against his Alpha's calves.

"I've missed those ice cubes," Vegas grumbles, pushing his reading glasses back up a bit.

The curtains in front of the window are drawn aside, and the lights of the nighttime city twinkle below them. Only the small lamp on Vegas's nightstand casts its warm glow into the room.

"Of course you did, Alpha. I picked us the most beautiful nest you could ever imagine today." Pete snuggles contentedly into the crook of Vegas's arm.

Vegas puts his open book down. Pete gave up long ago trying to break him of that horrible habit of dog-earing his head. An insult to any book.
"I expected nothing less from you. I had a visit from a friend of yours today."

Pete beams. "Kookie's great, isn't he?"

"Opinions may differ on that. My sore muscles could definitely do without him." Vega's hand wanders under Pete's oversized T-shirt and strokes his belly.

"How's my puppy?"

"Good. He ate his fill of a huge portion of khao pad and very tender beef earlier. But imagine, afterward, he still had an appetite for vanilla ice cream with little mini cookies and extra sauce." Pete can practically taste the explosion of flavor from his dessert creation on his tongue.

"So, that's an appetite." Vegas laughs softly.

"A very big appetite, and you don't want to deny me the right to fulfill our puppy's every whim, and we're talking about a basic need here."

"I'll remind you when they're teenagers and want their own sports car collection." Vegas pulls Pete a little closer and kisses him gently.

"It's been a long day, we should sleep, Omega." He turns off the bedside lamp and pulls the covers up a little higher.

Pete sighs contentedly. "Alpha, you'll be so much worse. Just you wait and see."

"Anakinn, if you don't stop fidgeting right now, I'm getting out. No, much better you get out and walk to the doctor's office. Your nervousness is making me nervous, and then I'll start sweating, and I'm already way too hot even though the damn air conditioning in this overpriced car is already running at full blast. I don't want to be overheated and sticky if I have to sit down in that chair right now. So please pull yourself together."

Kinn looks guiltily at his polished patent leather shoes and wrings his hands before reaching for Porsche's hand with one and clutching a chilled water bottle in the holder in the side door with the other.

"Calm down, Alpha. I'm sure our puppy is doing great. After all, he hit the jackpot and was booked into a 5-star deluxe suite."

Porsche returns Kinn's handgesture.

As they let them out in front of the practice's entrance, his heart almost leaps into his throat, and he grips Kinn's hand a little tighter.

A long corridor leads to a gleaming reception desk. The walls are hung with oversized glossy photographs of adorable baby feet, pregnant bellies, and tiny hands clasping the finger of a large hand. But only on one side of the wall; the floor in front of the other wall is covered with a plastic sheet, and open paint pots are scattered around.

Kinn leads Porsche around a stepladder splashed with paint, and the Omega notices that his Alpha would rather turn around right there and then. A particular wrinkle had formed on his forehead.

A young man stands behind the reception desk and bows as he notices the new arrivals, announced by the melodic tinkling of a wind chime as they enter the registration area.

Then he strides around the reception desk and shakes Porsche's hand.
His kasak top is pink, and his white Crocs are emblazoned with colorful flower pins, but his arms are strikingly tattooed.

"Hi, you must be Porsche. I'm Sunti, and if everything goes according to plan, we'll be seeing each other more often in the next few months. Please excuse the chaos, but after Tyme's call, the boss definitely wanted to be able to offer you the high-tech equipment. We just moved into the new practice space a week ago and still have some redecorating to do. Above all, these educational monsters have to go. But that's beside the point. Let's get your Alpha something to drink, and then we'll both sort out a few details before the boss receives you." Sunti's laugh is warm, and Porsche immediately feels more at ease.

He nods encouragingly at Kinn, and they deliver the Alpha to a tasteful waiting area with a glass full of ice cubes and lemonade.
Sunti holds the door open for Porsche to a bright room with a couch and all sorts of utensils. "Come on in. We'll ask your Alpha to join you again soon."

"He looks like he could use the sugar," Sunti laughs as he closes the door behind Porsche and winks at the Omega. He pulls a fresh paper cover over the couch and types a few things into the computer, which is on a narrow desk.

"So, first things first. Which pronouns do you prefer, Porsche, and if you've already thought about it, which title do you prefer in your family constellation? There are no wrong answers here."

The question catches Porsche off guard, and he has to think about his answer for a moment.

"Um, I use he/him pronouns because yes... I am a man despite my, um... omega-anatomy. At least, that's how I feel. But I still think I want to be a mommy to our puppy."

His words sound a bit halting and stiff, but Sunti just smiles. "Noted."

"You're welcome to take off your jacket and sweater, and then I'd like to measure you and record your current weight. Please don't worry about the number or the changes that will naturally occur as your pregnancy progresses. We'll keep an eye on things for you and let you know if anything unusual happens, but until that's the case, please just pay attention to your vitamins and make sure you're eating what's good for you and also feels food."

Porsche takes off his coat and Kinn's hoodie and hesitantly unbuckles his holster. He simply hadn't wanted to bring a whole group of bodyguards along for what was, for him, such an intimate moment.

Sunti doesn't bat an eyelid. Of course, a practice that has such close contact with Tyme is surely well-informed about the environment its patients move in. Porsche should have known that.

He stands with his back against the wall and lets Sunti measure his height. Then he carefully climbs onto the scale.

Sunti nods contentedly. "This puppy has one healthy baby mama."

"I'll take a quick blood test and then you can undress down here in this room and we'll go next door. I have some kind of gown for you if you feel more comfortable that way. I'll let your Alpha know then."

Barefoot and wrapped in a light blue hospital gown that reaches down to his knees, Porsche padded into the next room.

When Kinn saw him, the alpha briefly pulled him closer and kissed him on the forehead. Porsche immediately felt more comfortable in his presence.

He looked around somewhat hesitantly, but at that moment the door opened.

A small woman with fair skin and a head of wild blonde curls entered the room. She offered Porsche and Kinn her hand, but stopped mid-move and bowed frantically. Porsche laughed, and she returned his laugh.

"Khun Porsche, Khun Kinn, it's so nice to meet you. Tyme has already told me a lot. I'm Dr. Catherine Donaldson, and if you like me, then I have the honor of accompanying your puppy's pregnancy. Please excuse the fact that parts of the office are still under construction." The doctor speaks with virtually no accent and pulls up a small rolling stool. "Porsche, you're welcome to sit in my luxury seat, and your alpha is welcome to take one of the chairs. And I always tell you straight away: if you feel like you're about to fall to the floor and are sitting way too far forward, then you're sitting exactly right." She grins mischievously and briefly looks like a young girl.

Porsche resolutely climbs onto the oversized examination chair and immediately notices that it's incredibly comfortable. Then he slides his bottom so far forward that he feels like he's about to slide off.

"Absolutely perfect, you're a natural. Sunti already told me this is your first pregnancy. If you don't mind, I'd like to first feel your stomach and examine your external genital area. This will be followed by the vaginal examination. Please yell at me immediately if anything is uncomfortable, feels strange, or you have a question. Your Alpha is also welcome to ask any questions he can think of." Catherine disinfects her hands and puts on a fresh pair of gloves.

Porsche nods.

The doctor's hands are truly very careful and gentle, so the Omega hardly notices he's being examined.

"That looks very good, Porsche. So far, I can't see anything that looks pathological. I'm going to use the speculum now, but don't worry. I always use the smallest model; we can always upgrade to a larger size if necessary, and all our instruments are preheated. And one of my mottos is, lubricant is our best friend. Please let me know if any of my movements are uncomfortable."

Porsche vaguely remembers the unpleasant first exam when he had just learned his designation, and after which he pushed the topic of preventative care far back in his mind. Fortunately, he never had any discomfort, but he still felt a guilty conscience. This exam is completely different. He just feels a little pressure.
"Here too, everything's fine. I'm satisfied. Let's take a look at your puppy." Catherine reaches for the vaginal ultrasound probe, and Porsche hears Kinn take a sharp breath.

Porsche glares at him grumpily. "Now, please don't act like this shocks you, Alpha. You know perfectly well that you're much better endowed between your legs."

"Alphas are always very sensitive about this." Catherine winks at Porsche. "But of course, this situation is completely different from when an aroused Omega decides to have consensual sex with their Alpha. So, Kinn, don't worry. I'll be careful."

The probe is inserted, and an image flashes on the large flat screen above them.

Porsche holds his breath.

"There we have it." Catherine points to the image, explaining, and moves the ultrasound probe back and forth. "Here we have the uterus and the yolk sac, and here it is, your embryo. And it all looks wonderful. Exemplary development." She freezes the image and draws a few lines with the cursor. "Congratulations to you both. You're almost exactly eight weeks pregnant, and Embryo has everything she needs. We can now listen to the heartbeat."

And then, for a moment, the world stands still.

Porsche would never have thought that a simple sound could touch him so deeply. It really was a heartbeat. Fast and a little fluttering. The heartbeat of their puppy. There really is a tiny heart beating in his belly.

The Omega looks at Kinn, and immediately his chest warms a little. Tears well up in the Alpha's eyes.

Sympathetic, Catherine hands Kinn a tissue from a box, which the Alpha uses to wipe his face as discreetly as possible.

A little later, with Porsche properly dressed again, they sit at the doctor's desk.

"Do you have any more questions? Otherwise, I'll see you again in four weeks."
"Yes, there's something else."

Porsche looks at Kinn and raises an eyebrow questioningly. The Alpha blushes a little, quite uncharacteristically.

"Can Porsche and I still have it without risk, like in bed..."

The Omega slaps his Alpha on the upper arm. "Anakinn, it's called sex. S-E-X! And our wonderful doctor here is very aware that we've had that experience together at least once before in our lives. Or how else did your puppy end up in my uterus?"

Porsche is delighted by his alpha's newfound sense of modesty.

The doctor nods. "If both parties, and especially you, Porsche, feel comfortable with it, then there's absolutely nothing wrong with it. Pleasure can change in both directions during pregnancy. So always go with your gut feeling. Once your belly has grown, I can give you some information about other positions, but we're not there yet. To put it briefly, sex doesn't harm the embryo."

Kim and Porchay haven't spent the last few nights at the compound, and that's driving Macau almost crazy. Something in his chest longs for their closeness, but at the same time, he doesn't want to seem like a clingy child who can't let a couple be a couple. They haven't seen each other since the trip and their shopping day together, and he didn't see Kim at all that day.

He feels restless and really needs to get some serious exercise, but if he even thinks about the gym, he could lie in bed for the next two days. His body is in a very strange state, somewhere between restlessness and complete lack of energy.

Frustrated, Macau grabs his headphones and a blanket and takes the elevator to the floor with access to the garden.

But on the terrace, he would prefer to disappear back to his room immediately. Tankhun sits in one of the lounge chairs with a huge sun hat on his head, letting Arm massage his feet. He's wearing a light tunic.

But too late, the Omega has long since noticed Macau

"Come sit next to me," Tankhun says.

Macau looks at Kinn's older brother in incomprehension. He couldn't really be serious.

"Even if this information may surprise you, I don't have any dislike for you, and I only bite in extreme emergencies. So come here." Tankhun pats the very wide sun lounger with his hand.

Macau approaches hesitantly and finally sinks down onto the lounger.

Tankhun signals to Arm that the bodyguard can stop the massage and step back, but first he has the previously closed parasol opened over the lounge chair.

"Otherwise you'll get sunburned. I'd bet my pearl earring collection that you haven't put on any sunscreen. Today's youth so often don't follow the simplest rules of skincare."

"You're terribly tense." Tankhun surprisingly pulls Macau between his legs and lets the young man lean against his chest. Macau doesn't even know what's happening. The big omega smells really good. He hadn't even noticed. How could he?
After all, Macau couldn't have imagined in his wildest dreams that one day he would find himself in this situation.

Tankhun's long fingers find their way into his dark hair and skillfully massage Macau's scalp. It feels divine, and after just a few minutes, Macau closes his eyes in pleasure.

"Tell me, little one. What's bothering you? It's not good at all to keep your worries bottled up inside; they'll just choke you."
Despite the question, Tankhun simply continues his movements. At first, Macau hesitates, but then it all bursts out.

"It's all so crazy. My whole life has changed, and now we're here. My body feels so strange. Everything seems wrong, and I don't know how to act because I don't want to make a fool of myself, but doing nothing isn't right either. But then I'll definitely make a fool of myself. And I don't want them to think badly of me. Because they definitely will. I don't even want to think about it. I just don't feel good."

Tankhun hums in agreement. "I understand." Somehow, Macau even believes him.

He sighs softly.

"Everything will be alright, little one. I'm absolutely sure of it. Even if it doesn't feel right to you right now, and my words sound like absolute nonsense. But maybe you'd like to talk to your Mae when you have a quiet moment. You're getting older, and your body is changing."

"What?" Macau turns around abruptly, but the Omega just nods.

"You can feel it, but you can't place it. And I'm not the only one who's noticed."

Macau doesn't quite understand what Tankhun means, but then he notices a shadow out of the corner of his eye.

He raises his head and meets Kim's gaze. The Alpha has narrowed his eyes slightly, examining the scene before him.

Tankhun laughs brightly. "I wish you a wonderful day, Kimhan. It's so nice of you to grace us with your presence, and I'm sure I'm unfortunately not the reason for it. Give my regards to Porchay. Are you waiting for someone?" Then he nudges Macau. "Go on, little one."

Macau stumbles to his feet and looks back at Tankhun. The latter smiles encouragingly.

"Hello, Kim," he murmurs quietly, looking down at his toes.

The Alpha goes inside without another word. Macau follows him. It's pleasantly cool here, but Macau almost shivers when the sun no longer warms him.

Suddenly, Kim is standing right in front of him. Macau can feel his breath on his neck. The Alpha runs his nose along it.

Macau's legs suddenly go weak.

"I may not be playing by the rules right now, but you smell exquisite, my beautiful."

What? Macau can't believe what the alpha just said. Is this his imagination or even a hallucination? It's definitely a figment of his hormone-driven brain.

"Those really aren't the rules." Chay's voice.

Macau tries to stumble back, but Kim's right arm wraps itself around his waist.

Macau looks around frantically, but apart from Kim and now Chay, the large living room is completely deserted. No one is here anymore.

Chay sneaks up to Macau and Kim and also sniffs Macau's neck. He purrs softly, and Macau feels the need to hold on to something. His hands find Kim's T-shirt.

The alpha takes a step back and sinks down onto one of the light-colored sofas. Macau is pulled along, and Chay follows them.

"This wasn't the plan Alpha," Chay growls quietly.

"I know. But when I made the plan, our beauty here didn't smell so good. So screw the plan," Kim answers.

Chay pulls back for a moment and grabs Macau's chin.

"Can we touch you, darling? If not, that's perfectly fine and we're already gone. You have to be honest with us, and we won't be mad at you in any way. I promise you."

Macau gasps and considers it, but the thought of leaving makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He shakes his head wildly.
"You can touch me."

"Please," he adds quietly, avoiding Chay's gaze.

“Not here!” the Omega finally decides.

Macau is lying on Kim and Chay's bed. His cheeks are flushed. His shirt is pushed up slightly, and Kim's hands are working on his nipples.

At first, they just circle them, but then they knead the small pink buds and gently twist them between his thumbs and forefingers.

"Do you like that?" Kim asks quietly, and Macau nods shyly.

Chay clicks his tongue disapprovingly, and Macau looks up at him in panic.

"Shh. It's all right. But talk to us, darling. We want to hear your voice."

"Yes, I like it, Alpha," Macau says with shaking voice.

Kim growls.

Macau narrows his eyes. He feels Chay fiddling with his pants and undoing the button.

A slender hand reaches between Macau's legs and slips into his underwear.

"You're hard, baby. And you fit so incredibly well in my hand. How do you like to be touched? What turns you on, darling? Tell me."

Macau shakes his head, a ringing in his ears. "I don't know. No one has ever done this. You're..."

Chay pulls his hand back, and Macau whimpers softly. He doesn't want the Omega to stop.

"We're here, love, and we're not leaving. But let's make the situation a little more comfortable for you. We'll help you, and it's perfectly okay that this is new to you."

Kim helps Macau out of the rest of his clothes. He throws off his own shirt and leans against the headboard of the bed, then pulls Macau between his legs and onto his chest. He carefully reaches under Macau's knees and places his legs on either side of his own thighs.

Macau is now lying in a semi-upright position with his legs spread.

"That's much better. I can touch you much easier like this, love." Chay sits down next to Kim and Macau.

"Tell Chay how you touch yourself when you love yourself. What makes this little cock hardest? For example, I like to touch myself with both hands, moving them up and down and I narrow my grip toward the bottom.", whipers Kim.

"I'm not really touching myself, at least not right away." The words come out of Macau's mouth in bursts.

Chay purrs. "Oh, darling. Would you rather rub yourself against one of your pillows, because all the touching feels like too much. Are you that sensitive? That's okay. I'll start really slowly, too. Look, I'm just going to use my index finger to trace the vein on the underside of your cock. And then I'm going to come here to the spot where your head is. I'm going to caress it very gently. Like this. Baby, you're twitching."

"Chay is really good at this, darling. Just let yourself go, feel and listen to his voice. I have you. Nothing can happen to you." Macau listens to Kim and closes his eyes again.

The alpha exudes his calming pheromones.

"Exactly. Mmm, your little cock is getting even harder. That's good. So good, love. Let me check your balls. Yes, that's perfect. I can gently squeeze them, and oh, how sweetly you stretch out towards me. That feels really good. But no, love. Not yet, we'll give you a little bit more time before you can come." Chay smiles. "I'm having so much fun playing with you right now. You're perfect, my beautiful. I'll take my left hand and stroke your cock, and with my right hand, I'll touch your sweet ass. How beautiful you are."

Macau tries to press his legs together, but Kim's legs prevent him.

"If you don't like something, you can stop it at any time. Just say red. You know the traffic light system, right?" Kim asks quietly.

Macau shakes his head wildly and then nods almost at the same time. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop. I understand, please."

"He's fine, Alpha. Smell how sweet our treasure smells." Chay leans down to lick the side of Macaus throat. "No, our handsome knows exactly where I'm going to touch him now. And it will feel so good. He knows that. I run my index finger along his sweet butt crack, and deeper and then I gently caress his entrance. It's still quite tightly contracted, but we'll change that."

Chay's fingers put his words into action, and Macau moans. His thighs tremble. His abdomen burns, his cock throbs almost painfully. It feels so good.

"What do we have here? You're wet, my darling." Chay purrs. "I couldn't have wished for anything better. Kim, we've landed ourselves a little baby alpha. A sweet little alpha sub."

Help. He definitely needs to talk to Pete. Or Vegas. No, both of them. If he survives this.

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Macau survived. Even if he briefly felt like he was about to lose consciousness during his orgasm. Chay and Kim were amazing, so full of love and consideration. They didn't go any further than he allowed, and yet reality eventually returns. Reality after the pheromone high, and when you've been flying high, the impact can be hard.

And that's exactly why Macau fled the suite, because reality reached out for him. It's dark. He's wearing shorts that aren't his and a T-shirt that's way too big. He's sweaty, but his legs have only one goal: Go where it's safe. Go to your nest, and if there isn't a nest, then go to the person who would always build one for you. No matter when. No matter where.

Arriving in Vegas and Pete's room, he walks faster. He's almost there. His Hia stirs and sits up, sleepily. The familiar smell didn't trigger his defensive instinct, but it still woke him. And yet something is different. There's a new note among all the familiar sensations.

But Macau isn't bothered. He lets out a small, high-pitched sound and crawls under the covers next to Pete. He makes himself very small and presses himself against the warm body.

The Omega is instantly awake.

He strokes Macau's back soothingly, the movements almost automatic, as he pulls himself up and turns on the small bedside lamp next to him. He exchanges a glance with Vegas.

"Macau, what's wrong?"

But the young man doesn't answer. He just presses himself closer to Pete. His shoulders tremble.

Then the Omega's eyes widen. At first, he didn't notice it in his surprise, but now he smells it too.
He pulls Macau up a little and looks at him, beaming.

"You are presenting. Macau, congratulations. That's wonderful."

Vegas tries to soothe Macau and wants to caress through his sweaty strands of hair, but Macau abruptly pulls his head away.

He suddenly hisses at his brother.

"Macau!" Vegas's voice gets a little louder. He didn't expect the reaction.

"Shh." Pete hugs Macau tightly, and he buries his head in the Omega's chest.

"No! He should go away. I don't want him here. Send him away." The words are a bit muffled, but Pete and Vegas can hear them clearly.

Vegas sucks in a breath. His Alpha doesn't like this at all. He just wants to help.

Pete speaks quietly. "Alpha, he doesn't mean it. Can you please wake up Kinn and Porsche? We need Porsche's nest." He nods to Vegas. "I love you."

Macau is half-buried under a mountain of pillows and blankets. With one hand, he's holding Pete's arm. Pete has dressed as best he could in the the situation.

Porsche sits cross-legged next to them. He looks surprisingly fit for the early hour. He's wearing a champagne-colored loungewear set and his feet are in lined slippers.

Kinn and Vegas have been locked out. They're sitting more or less awake on the sofas in the lounge area. Someone has ordered coffee.

"Macau, don't you want to tell us exactly what happened?" Pete's voice is as gentle as possible.

There's only a rumble under the mountain of blankets.

Pete looks to Porsche for help. The other Omega tilts his head and seems to think for a moment.

Then he leans back against an oversized pillow. "He smells like Chay. Definitely. And Kim. And sex," Porsche states matter-of-factly.

"What?" Pete hisses quietly. "Macau, did they do something you didn't want them to? You can tell me."

Macau throws off the large blanket and sits up in a flash. His hair stands wildly on his head.

He glares angrily at Pete and Porsche. "No, of course not! They were wonderful. Simply wonderful, and I..." Now, to Pete's horror, Macau starts to cry.

"Hormones can be a real pain," Porsche whispers.

Pete gently rocks Macau back and forth.

Porsche hands them a box of tissues. They're probably usually kept there for other purposes.

Meanwhile, a turmoil breaks out outside the door. Another door slams. A loud babble of voices.

Pete can identify Chay's excited voice.

"Is Macau here? Is he okay? When we woke up, he wasn't there." It sounds a bit shrill.

Macau can hear the young Omega now, too, and he sobs even louder.

This is driving Chay crazy. He almost wants to bang on the locked door, but the omega just manages to pull himself together.

Kim stands helplessly next to him. The Alpha is overwhelmed by the situation. A sickening feeling spread in his chest when he realized that Macau was no longer lying next to him and Chay in their bed.

Chay takes a deep breath and gently knocks on the locked door to the nest.

"Macau, darling. May I please come in?"

He listens for a response, but nothing happens for several agonizing minutes.

Then a noise.

A key is turned, and the Omega slips through a narrow gap into the room.

Chay quickly reaches Pete and Macau and kneels beside them. He extends his hands, and Pete gently lowers Macau into Chay's waiting arms.

As soon as Chay had entered the room, Macau has let out a sort of cooing sound almost immediately.

Pete retreats and sits down next to Porsche with his legs tucked up.

The two Omegas watch the scene in silence.

Chay gently strokes Macau's hair. The wolf in his chest is a little calmer now that he can hold Macau in his arms.

"Darling, you gave us a bit of a fright. Just disappearing like that. That was a bit much, wasn't it? The whole new situation. Did you expect something different? Did we do something wrong?"

Macau looks at him with wide eyes. They are red and a little swollen from all the crying.

"No, it was nice." His voice is raspy.

Then it bubbles out.

"I've been waiting for this day and then the time with you two. It was so overwhelming and felt so incredibly good, and then I ruin everything. My Alpha is a failure. I can't even handle that. I'm a disgrace." Towards the end, he gets quieter and quieter.

"Oh no, Macau. You're not, and I think I know what's going on." Chay looks at him lovingly. "Are you ashamed because your wolf is a submissive alpha?"

Macau nods and lowers his gaze. He nods.

"What?" Pete and Porsche ask, slightly horrified.

"That's unnatural," Macau murmurs.

Chay lifts his chin.

"There's nothing unnatural about that. And I'm sorry we didn't think of that. We should have known that your wolf's designation might be overwhelming for you. After all, your father only told you about dominant, muscle-bound Alphas and pretty, submissive Omegas when you were little."

Macau nods.

"What is most commonly represented in a society is not automatically the norm. Submissive alphas are rare, yes. But they are incredibly valuable to a pack because they maintain balance. They are the link between alphas and omegas in their most commonly expressed instincts. Of course, betas also provide this, but submissive alphas are much better able to absorb and process all the emotional vibrations, and above all, they can understand both sides." The Omega caresses Macaus cheek. "Your wolf is beautiful."

"And I can't wait to see what I can do with him," whispers Chay. This sentence is meant for Macau's ears only.

When the four leave the nest some time later, Vegas simply opens his arms and pulls Macau into a tight hug.

They don't need words right now.

When they finally separate, Kim takes Macau's hand and brings it to his lips.

"I've missed you, sweet one."

Big enters the suite's parlor and bows.

"Khun Kinn, you are all expected in the garden."

A surprise greets them in the garden.

Everything is hung with colorful lanterns, and a veritable feast has been set up. The tables are piled high with delicacies: sweet pastries, rolls, tiny slices of cake, small cheese skewers, a chocolate fountain, finely sliced ​​fruit, exquisite meat dishes, vegetables, rice, noodles, and various salads.

Tankhun sits in the middle of the long table. He's wearing tailored white trousers and a jacket with shoulder pads, embroidered all over with sequins in a variety of colors.

"Sit down, family, we have something to celebrate."

He gestures, and a member of the staff hands out filled champagne glasses. Pete gets a glass of juice.

Finally, the waiter arrives in front of Porsche, who is already struggling for an excuse, but Tankhun just raises his eyebrows.

"Juice for Khun Porsche too, of course," he says almost casually, smiling.

"Kinn, you have the floor," says Tankhun after everyone has found their seats.

Kinn stands up and clears his throat. "Honestly, if someone had told me a few weeks ago that we would be standing here in this garden today, celebrating a feast together, I might have shot them for this unseemly madness. But times change, and now I can honestly say I'm glad for the way things are today. And so let's raise our glasses and toast Macau. Because today we welcome not only a family, but also a new adult wolf into our ranks."

Macau hadn't even realized how hungry he was, so he gratefully accepts the plate Kim had prepared for him.

"Thank you."

The Alpha must have gotten a hint from his Omega, because the plate was piled high with Macau's absolute favorite foods.

Macau takes the first few bites hesitantly, but then tucks in with a vengeance.

It tastes delicious, and Macau licks his lips every now and then to savor the fascinating aromas and flavors a little longer.

Chay sits across from him, watching him attentively. He plucks some berries from a skewer and slowly put them in his mouth, one after the other.

Macau smiles shyly.

Kim leans over almost casually and steals a piece of meat from Macau's plate.

"Our Omega is wondering what he might want to do with you the next time he gets a chance. And he probably won't let you out of his bed anytime soon. You still smell exquisite, dear."

Macau blushes.

He looks at the rest of the family. Pete and Porsche are laughing.

Pete has a hand on Porsche's admittedly still very flat stomach. Only the tiniest bulge is visible.

Kinn and Vegas are actually having a peaceful conversation, and Tankhun looks extremely content.

"That looks good, Vegas." Pete smiles.

The Omega is sitting on a comfortable chair that the bodyguards carried for him personally into the compound's seemingly endless stairwell. His feet are resting on a small stool, and he's holding a steaming cup of tea.

"Yeah, exactly, that makes me laugh." Vegas huffs. He's holding onto the banister. In his eyes, the stairwell really is endless.

His physiotherapist has been chasing him up and down the stairs all morning (an hour). Slowly at first, paying careful attention to technique, then a little faster.

Now the Alpha is completely exhausted. He's sweating.

Kookie is just a few steps behind him.

"You did really well, Vegas. Is the wound okay?"

"Yes, everything's fine." Vegas gasps a little.

Kookie laughs. "Then that's enough for today. I'll give you some exercises for next week. Pete will definitely enjoy supervising them."

Vegas takes the water bottle Pete hands him. He takes a few long gulps of water.

"I'm sure of it." Vegas leans down to his Omega, who smiles sweetly at him. "I didn't know you had a sadistic streak."

"Only in the right mood."

Almost at the same time, Macau is lying on a blanket under a parasol, trying to concentrate on his school work, but that's surprisingly difficult given his current situation.

To everyone's surprise, it's a rain-free day, and it's gotten even hotter than it had been the last few days.

So he's lying here, well-moisturized with sun screen, wearing only shorts, while Kim and Chay have a water fight in the pool.

Kim has no chance against the Omega. Especially not when Chay is handed a brand-new, freshly ordered water pistol by one of the bodyguards and shamelessly attacks Kim.

The Alpha chokes slightly on some of the water that gets in his face and raises his arms, laughing.

"Mercy!" He climbs out of the water and sinks down onto the blanket next to Macau.

"Hey!" Macau protests. "You're getting me, and especially my papers, wet. Stop it," but at the same time he pushes the folder under the small side table where the drinks are.

"I'm sorry!" Kim pulls Macau toward him.

"I'm in the neutral scene." He grins at Chay, who now also comes out of the water and grabs a towel.

"Coward!" Chay raises his finger accusingly.

"A good strategist knows when he's lost and waits for the best opportunity to counterattack." Kim raises his chin.

"I'll remember that." Macau laughs.

"Are you making progress?" Chay asks, glancing at the folder Macau's pushed aside.

Macau sighs. "It's okay. You two are too much of a distraction."

"Oh, we are." Kim's voice gets a little deeper.

Macau playfully slaps him in the chest. The Alpha laughs. "Yes, you are, and you know it."

Chay also sits down. "You're younger than all the other freshmen. I honestly didn't know you skipped several grades. Don't worry." He taps Macau lightly on the forehead. "That brain in there is doing a great job."

Macau rolls onto his back and folds his arms behind his head.

"If that's the case, then you have official permission to continue distracting me."

"Such permission has to be taken advantage of. Kim, would you be so kind?" Chay winks at his alpha.

Kim takes Macau's wrists in his hands. "Always for you, my darling."

Macau takes a breath.

Chay stands up and very slowly pulls his swim shorts down, finally kicking them off with his feet.

Drops of water fall from his water-black hair, trickling down his collarbones and chest.

Macau's eyes are wide open.

"Do you like what you see?" the Omega asks.

He nods.

Chay lowers his gaze and nods to Kim. "Could you take off our sweet one's now somewhat tight shorts? I don't think he'll be able to do it without touching his cock. I need it hard for my plan."

The alpha follows Chay's instructions, and Macau hisses as Kim pulls off his shorts.

He stares at Chay and watches with bated breath as he kneels on either side of his thighs.

"Breathe, darling. You need the oxygen." Kim has a little smile in his voice. "Our stop system is in effect."

Macau nods. There's a ringing in his ears. Chay looks incredibly good. Kneeling there. So confident. He never imagined he'd see the Omega in such a state.

Kim purrs behind him. Goosebumps form on Macau's arms despite the heat around them. He looks around reflexively, but Kim reassures him.

"There's no one here. I would never let anyone see you both like this. And Chay also wouldn't let them see you. Don't worry."

Macau's attention is already back on Chay, who gently grasps Macau's cock and strokes it up and down a few times.

Macau closes his eyes contentedly.

"I like it like that," Chay remarks. "But open your eyes, love, look at what I have to offer you."

Chay pushes himself up. The muscles in his thighs are tense and visible beneath his moist skin.

"Look closely." Chay spreads his legs and reaches between them.

He runs his hand between his labia. "See how wet I am, love. All for this view of your cock." His fingers glisten as he pulls them out again.

Macau gasps.

His pelvis jerks upward involuntarily and is met by Chay's firm hands.

He can hear the smirk in Kim's voice. "Even our little Alpha here can't resist that."

"Of course he can't. But this sweet Alpha also knows that I'm in control."

Chay strokes Macau's pelvic bone and fixes his gaze. "How many times have you imagined this, love? Or has it never occurred to you even in your wildest dreams?"

Macau shakes his head. "I would never have dared..."

"Good Alpha. But now you may. I allow you." Chay kisses him.  "Imagine how it would feel if your cock pushed into my tightness. Under my control. I set the pace. It would be so hot, and I would tense my muscles and wrap around you. And then I would slowly rotate my pelvis. After all, I want to share in the pleasure."

"Please, Chay, please, Omega."

"He said please." Kim is enjoying himself.

"I heard it." Chay smiles.

Macau feels sweat collecting on his neck and Kim's calming presence behind him. His wrists are still in the Alpha's secure grip.

He tenses his stomach, trying to prevent any involuntary movement. He simply follows his Omega's words.

Chay strokes his tensed abdominal muscles.

"Relax. I can handle your strength too." As he speaks, he grasps Macau's cock again, more firmly this time.
"You're about to feel something you've never felt before. Enjoy it, my sweet Alpha Sub."

With these words, he guides Macau's cock between his legs. As his glans touches the entrance, Macau narrows his eyes.

Chay clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "Eyes to me."

Immediately, Macau's eyes widen again.

"Do you feel how wet I am? Everything for you."

Chay lowers himself onto Macau's hardness and moans with pleasure.

Macau trembles. He doesn't know how to deal with these feelings. This heat. This tightness. His cock throbs. He feels like all his blood is pooling between his legs. Even though that's nonsense, of course. He's trembling slightly and a little dizzy.

Kim's hand reaches forward and wraps around the base of the smaller Alpha's penis.

"You don't want to come already, do you, love? You haven't even satisfied your Omega yet."

Macau looks at the older Alpha almost in panic, and Chay laughs his bright laugh.

"Stop teasing him, Alpha. He's doing a great job. His cock is perfect." Chay hums. "He's touching all the right places inside me. It feels amazing."

"Hmm." Chay circles his pelvis and moans softly again. "And Macau can do absolutely nothing wrong because I decide. I'm using this beautiful body."

"Chay, please. I think I'm about to come." Macau gasps. He feels the familiar sensation. He's embarrassed, but Chay's gaze remains full of love.

"That's okay. Sweet little Alpha." The Omega leans forward and kisses first Kim and then Macau. He carefully frees Macau's hands and places them on his own shoulders.

"Show me what you can do. Come on. Go for it."

But Macau doesn't move. None of his muscles will follow the instructions in his head. Complete disobedience.

"I'll help you,"the Alpha behind him offers.

Macau sighs and sinks against Kim's chest, feeling the Alpha's strong hands.

Kim moves Macaus pelvis. In long, precise thrusts.

Chay moans.

Macau wants to imprint that beautiful face on his memory forever, but before he can think straight, his seed spills into the Omega.

It feels so good.

He looks at Chay, panting.

Chay kisses him again. "You did well, little alpha."

Kim takes Macau's hand and guides it between Chay's legs. To where he's still connected to Chay.

"I'll show you how to touch Chay to bring him to orgasm. Trust me, I know all the little tricks."

Kinn sits at his desk. Spread out on the wood are all of his father's old contracts. He'll definitely cancel half of them.

Arm wants to compile all the current data on their enemies and allies for him, so Kinn can make the best adjustments for the contracts.

He massages the bridge of his nose. There's a slight throbbing behind his forehead. Maybe he does need glasses for his desk work, even though they certainly won't suit him.

"Do you have time for a break, Alpha? You look tired." Porsche comes into the office.

He's wearing one of his tight shirts. His hair is slightly sweaty.

"Have you been training?" asks the Alpha.

"I just went to the shooting ranges for a bit. I set a new personal best. I have to keep practicing."

"Don't push yourself."

"What have we learned, Alpha?"

Kinn sighs. "Pregnant and not sick, I know. Now come here. I want to talk to my son. His mom is overconfident."

He puts his arm around Porsche's waist and pulls him closer. He puts his hand on Porsche's stomach.

"Pup, your mom is trying to spite me. I could really use some support here. But I can see it coming. By my luck, you're ganging up on me." His voice is loving. "Although I would have liked to see that happen, your mom is hot when he's shooting dummies in the head."

"Kinn!"

"I'm already quiet." Kinn raises his hand.

Porsche smiles and sits on Kinn's lap. His hand rests over his Alpha's.

"What makes you so sure you'll have a son, Alpha?"

"I just know. That's why you have to take good care of yourself. After all, this body is working at peak performance right now, conjuring a sweet boy from a tiny cell."

"Puppy, don't listen to your father. He'll love you even if you're a girl. There are clearly too few female role models in this family. Sometimes I think the Theerapanyakuns are secretly afraid of women." Porsche laughs.

"That's not true," complains Kinn. "And you'll still be a boy, pup. I know it."

"Then let's believe your father."

The Omega opens one of the many drawers and rummages around. Then he smiles triumphantly. He pulls out a small box of sweets and opens one of the glittering wrappers.

"Building people makes you hungry." Porsches throws the chocolate into his mouth. "Yummy."

Kinn pushes Porsche to his feet. "We should eat something more filling. You need lots of good nutrients."

Porsche pats his belly lovingly. "Puppy, your father is on very thin ice. If he wants to take my sweets away, he can sleep on the sofa tonight. And I happen to know from experience that he doesn't like that at all."

"I'll let the kitchen know right away. They're to prepare the most delicious fried noodle dish they can. With lots of vegetables." Kinn winks at Porsche. "And then an extra-large dessert."

"That sounds good. I think you're in luck, Alpha, and just secured a spot under the covers. Although, of course, there's no guarantee. Your puppy and I need to be convinced of the quality of the dessert first. And I don't know what kind of dessert we're in the mood for yet. Maybe you're ordering ice cream, but right then I'm craving cake. It's a tricky game."

"The cooks should just prepare whatever they can think of. We'll feed the leftovers to the bodyguards. Even though Chan won't like it. But it's for the greater good. I want to stroke that belly tonight when I fall asleep."

"We'll see, Alpha."

Kinn snorts quietly. "If necessary, I'll personally stand behind the stove and prepare something you'll want. For all I know, I'll even go to the nearest supermarket first. On foot. Really."

"You? To a supermarket?" Porsche looks questioningly at the Alpha. "Have you ever set foot in such an establishment?"

"Of course," Kinn says too quickly.

Porsche smiles. "That would be a whole new world, my luxury-spoiled Alpha. You can already prepare yourself for me going to a supermarket with your son when the time comes. He should also get to know a bit of the normal world."

"Together with bodyguards," Kinn murmurs.

"We'll see. First, let´s go. I am hungry. You have spoken of noodels."

Chapter Text

Pete's Pregnancy: 14 Weeks
Porsche's Pregnancy: 10 Weeks

When Pete wakes up, the space on the mattress next to him is empty. The sheets no longer hold the warmth of the body that slept there a few hours ago. But the splashing of water can be heard from the bathroom. And Vega's scent is still clearly noticeable.

Pete pushes back the covers and climbs out of bed. The bulge of his belly is now clearly visible, even slightly outlined under the loose T-shirt he wears to sleep. The wolf in his chest purrs contentedly.

The sound of water has stopped, and Pete quietly slips through the crack in the bathroom door.

Vegas is just stepping out of the shower and reaches for a fresh towel, neatly folded and hanging on a rack next to the shower.

The Alpha no longer needs to cover his wounds with bandages or plasters, and the remaining welts are fading a little every day. He's even started light training again. Of course, only under Jungkook's strict supervision, and only at an intensity that Vegas would have previously laughed at. Nevertheless, it's clearly doing him good. His body is getting stronger again, and the alpha's face has significantly more color.

Now Vegas has spotted Pete in the mirror and turns around. He carelessly throws the towel over the edge of the bathtub.

Pete hugs Vega's waist and snuggles against his bare chest.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry." Vegas blows a kiss on Pete's hair.

The Omega shakes his head. "I didn't hear you get up. Were you outside with Kookie?"

"Yes, we wanted to take advantage of the time before the midday heat and went for a short run around the compound block. Very slowly, but it was much better than last week."

"I'm glad." Pete smiles.

Vegas turns them both toward the large mirror and now stands behind Pete. He rests his chin on the Omega's shoulder and lovingly cups his slightly rounded belly.

Pete squints. His nose detects a very special note in Vega's scent.

"Spit it out, Alpha. You have something to tell me."

"I can't hide it from you." Vegas smiles and kisses Pete's neck.

"After my training, not only was my remarkable progress praised, but I also received approval for a very specific activity. You can probably guess what it is."

Pete suppresses a smile and tilts his head. "What could that be? I can't think of a specific activity."

"Pete." Vegas pronounces the Omega's name slightly drawn out, with a hint of a pleading undertone.

"Yes, Alpha."

Now Pete actually sees a kind of pout on Vegas's face in the mirror. It looks sweet.

"You'll just have to be patient while I jog my memory. That might take a while, though."

Now Vegas looks almost a little depressed.

"You know, alpha, the pregnancy hormones. It can happen that you get a little forgetful."

Macau impatiently looks at the time on his smartphone and stuffs it back into his pocket. Kim and Porchay are already almost twenty minutes late. The alpha sits on one of the wide sofas in the lobby, looking at his brand-new sneakers. He took them out of the shoe box today and put on a pair of truly perfectly fitting designer jeans. He's wearing a fine short-sleeved linen shirt.

When Macau left his room, he was truly pleased with his appearance. He even made a quick trip to the compound's spa last night and had his hair cut by one of their employees. The sides of his slight undercut are freshly trimmed, and his top hair is in particularly beautiful waves. He's made a special effort. After all, he wanted to take Kim and Porchay out on their first date today. He organized it himself.

But so far, the two haven't shown up. And self-doubt and negative thoughts are already gnawing at Macau's hopeful heart.

At that moment, the elevator doors open, and Macau raises his head.

It's Kim. But the alpha doesn't look like he's planning on leaving the building anytime soon. His dark hair is tied back in a messy bun, and he's wearing only a plain T-shirt and baggy sweatpants.
When he sees Macau, he quickens his pace.

Reaching him, he pulls the younger man to his feet and hugs him tightly. He runs his nose down to Macau and then smiles.

But something's wrong. Upon closer inspection, Macau sees that Kim looks somewhat worn out. Dark circles have formed under his eyes, and his face appears a little puffy.

But before he can say anything, Kim starts speaking. "You look wonderful, darling. And I'm sorry we made you wait. You have to believe me. I just couldn't leave Porchay alone until now. But now the medication seems to be working, and he's fallen asleep. Porsche is with him."

Macau's eyes widen. "What about Chay? What's going on?"

Kim squeezes his hand reassuringly. "He'll be better soon. We know what to do in moments like this. But I should have told you sooner, I'm sorry."

Macau doesn't understand anything. He's almost forgotten his date. "Kim, what's wrong with Chay? Talk to me."

"I'll take you to him right away. He's sure to be happy to see you. He's terribly sorry, too. I hope you can forgive us."

"I don't even know what happened." Macau slumps his shoulders.

"We'll explain, I promise."

Kim and Chay's suite is half-darkened. Macau can barely see Porchay between the blankets, and to his horror, there's an IV pole on the right side of the bed. The bottle on it is still a good quarter full.

Porsche says his goodbyes quietly as Kim and Macau enter the room.

Macau is immediately at Chay's side.

"Chay, what happened?" he asks again, but with even more urgency given the situation and the disturbing sight of the IV pole.

Porchay blinks wearily at Macau, but his mouth curls into a smile.

"My sweet Alpha, you look enchanting. I'm sorry I ruined our date."

Macau shakes his head. "That doesn't matter at all now. How are you?"

"Lie down next to me, darling. I'm always terribly cold after a bout like that." Porchay weakly pats the blanket next to him.

Macau quickly strips off his clothes and drops them to the floor. Then he climbs onto the bed in just his underwear and climbs under the blanket next to Porchay.

The Omega sighs contentedly. "You're nice and warm. Even warmer than Kim."

He looks apologetically at the Alpha sitting on the edge of the bed.

Macau slides closer to Porchay and very carefully puts his right arm around the Omega's shoulders. Only now does he notice that Porchay is lying on some kind of blanket that clearly radiates heat. A heated blanket. There's also a thin pad stuck to Porchay's abdomen, which emits a faint vibration at irregular intervals.

"I would have liked to have spared you this disturbing sight for a while longer, and today of all days. I was so looking forward to our date, and afterward, I really wanted to spoil you a little. Well, Elfriede knows how to crash a party." Porchay smiles again.

Then he clears his throat. "Macau, I need to explain a little about myself and why a sight like today's is unfortunately part of my reality every now and then."

Macau listens attentively to the Omega.

"Macau, I have endometriosis." Chay's voice is very calm.

"Endo...what?" Macau's tongue stumbles over the word and he looks questioningly at the Omega.

"Endometriosis." Chay pronounces the word more slowly now, and Macau repeats it slowly.

"It's a chronic, incurable, but benign disease. It affects at least 10 percent of all women, meaning female Alphas, Omegas, Betas, and humans or FLINTA, and to a lesser extent, male Omegas. The number of unreported cases is significantly higher. I'll try to explain it to you as best I can. Feel free to ask if you don't understand something."

Macau nods.

"Endometriosis is a disease in which uterine-like tissue grows outside the uterine cavity. It can theoretically affect all other tissues and structures, but very often occurs in the pelvis. Like the endometrium, the tissue is subject to the female hormonal cycle and leads to inflammation, scarring, and adhesions where it grows. But you don't need a uterus, for example, to develop the disease. Endometriosis is also one of the most painful diseases we know of," Chay explains. "The symptoms are very diverse and sometimes very non-specific. Period pain, back pain, shoulder pain, gastrointestinal problems, fatigue, intolerances, other cyclical or non-cyclical complaints, pain during sex, possible infertility. The list is very, very long. Every case of endometriosis and the associated pain is unique."

The Omega sighs. "Unfortunately, it still takes far too long for those affected to be diagnosed because medical professionals downplay pain, are uninformed, or make incorrect diagnoses."

"How long have you known about this?" asks Macau.

"I was seventeen when it was diagnosed. Fortunately, Porsche was familiar with the disease, even though he isn't affected himself. When my symptoms got worse and I was regularly absent from school every month, he took me to a specialist. Since then, I've had one operation and take hormones to suppress my natural cycle and alleviate the symptoms."

"Surgery can remove endometriosis, and medications like hormones can alleviate the symptoms, but none of these guarantee freedom from symptoms. The disease is incurable," Kim says.

"And now you were in pain?" Macau very carefully moves even closer to Porchay and presses his nose against Omega's neck.

"Yes, I had a flare-up. Unfortunately, that sometimes happens despite my medication. But I know what aids help me in most cases. Stronger painkillers, heat, and my TENS device."

Porchay is very calm as he answers Macau's many questions one after the other. Macau notices that he knows a lot about his illness and has told his story many times.

Later, the three of them lie in the large bed. Some romantic comedy is playing on the huge flat-screen TV, and Kim has ordered tea and some snacks.

Porchay strokes Macau's hair. "My sweet Alpha."

Macau lies on his stomach and lets Porchay show him how to massage Porchay's right groin gently and with just the right amount of pressure.

"You're doing well. In my case, endometriosis is located, among other things, in one of the uterine ligaments, which runs through my groin to my labia, and a light massage sometimes helps me with this type of discomfort. You can massage a little harder."

Macau presses his fingers into the tense tissue with a little more pressure, concentrating on it and working it until it becomes a little more pliable.

A hand moves toward his field of vision, and Macau obediently opens his mouth as Kim places a piece of fruit between his lips. It tastes wonderfully sour.

"Why Elfriede?" he mumbles with his mouth full.

Kim laughs quietly.

"That was my idea. I thought it might make things a little easier if Chay had some sort of code word when the endometriosis was causing trouble. So we named her Elfriede. And we've often ranted about Elfriede."

"Exactly." The two exchange a glance.

"I'll run the TENS machine for one more round. Would you like to cuddle with Kim a bit?" Chay grabs the device.

Macau looks at the Alpha, who has opened his arms invitingly.

He slides over to Kim and lets the now-familiar scent envelop him.

Porchay presses a few buttons on a very small remote control and leans back against the pillows.

Meanwhile, Macau enjoys the way Kim's fingers stroke his neck and sighs softly.

"Right there," he murmurs with pleasure and wordlessly collapses across Kim's lap. He points to his back. "Here too, please."

Kim's fingers stroke his shoulder and then up and down the skin of his back. It feels good, and Macau almost starts to purr.

"Upper arms too. With both hands."

"As my darling commands," Kim's voice is warm.

"I love this," Macau confirms, closing his eyes.

"I can see."

Porchay grins. "Then you'll have something to do for at least another quarter of an hour."

Kinn is lying on the sofa in his study, his eyes just closed for a quick power nap, when Porsche enters the room.

The Alpha's eyes immediately open again.

"How's Porchay?"

Porsche sits down next to him. "Better. The medication is working, and Macau and Kim are with him."

"That's good."

"Are you tired, Alpha?" Porsche strokes the crease between Kinn's eyebrows with his index finger and watches as it smooths out.

"A little."

"You haven't been sleeping well these last few days," Porsche observes.

Kinn sighs. "My Alpha is keeping me awake. He and I just can't believe that our pup is actually growing inside our beautiful mate. We want to protect you."

He thinks back to the last few nights. While Porsche lay relaxed, wrapped in his blanket, Kinn lay next to him, listening to his steady breathing. But he also listened to the noises in the compound and the sounds of the city at night, always careful to identify any potential danger immediately. At the same time, he was so full of love for the gift Porsche had given him that he couldn't get enough of his Omega. He just had to look at his mate and the wonder inside his stomach.

"How about the two of us going out? I'm really craving a slice of cake from our favorite café, and I'd also like to wear something other than sweatpants. And you'd have the opportunity to go out without a suit. We'll only take Big and maybe two bodyguards who can wait in the car on call. Because I know you won't be able to relax for a single second otherwise."

Kinn can't help it and grimaces slightly. Porsche nudges the tip of his nose.

"And after that, I'll tidy up our nest a bit and you can lie down. I'll look after our puppy and you, Alpha. Your Omega, as you know, is absolutely not to be underestimated and can be lethal if necessary. You need the sleep. Count on me."

The offer sounds incredibly tempting. Kinn hasn't lain in Porsche's nest and simply slept in a long time. The nest is heavenly, and nowhere does his wolf feel more comfortable than there.

Kinn nods in agreement and Porsche smiles.

He reaches out to his Alpha. "Come on."

Outside, the sun is shining, and the winding garden of the small café is in full bloom. The scent of flowers mingles with the aroma of cinnamon, lemons, roasted almonds, and freshly brewed coffee.

There are only a few other customers.

Porsche leads Kinn to a small round table in the far corner and grabs another cushion for his chair.

Behind them, Big balances a tray of cups and plates. A slice of chocolate nut cake for Kinn, a huge slice of passion fruit cream cake with extra vanilla cream for Porsche, and a muffin for himself.

He sets the tray on the small table and arranges the plates.

"Thanks, Big." Porsche nods at him.

The bodyguard grabs his muffin and takes up his position a little way from the expectant parents.

He leans against the weathered stone wall of the house and looks around, but he can't spot anything suspicious. The headset in his ear remains silent, so he takes a big bite of the wonderfully sweet muffin.

He sees how happy Kinn looks when he takes Porsche's hand and briefly holds it to his lips. Satisfied, he realizes that the wolf in his chest feels nothing more than platonic affection at the sight of the Alpha. His wolf is full of respect for Porsche. The bodyguard is truly grateful that Porsche was able to overlook all his meanness and insolence and not tear Big to pieces at the first opportunity.

After the incident in the warehouse, he personally visited Big in the infirmary and ensured he received excellent treatment.

When the bodyguard was somewhat back to full strength, Porsche called him in for a private conversation. There was tea in colorful cups and cookies – Big's favorite kind.

The Omega had always remained friendly, and his expression was sincere when he asked Big a calm question.

"You love my Alpha, don't you, Big?"

The bodyguard lowered his gaze and nodded. After all, he had no other choice. He knew Porsche knew the truth anyway and the question was merely a formality. There was no point in denying anything.

"If you want, I'll pack my things right away. But it would be very kind if I could stay another day or two until I find somewhere to stay." Big's mind raced, and he mentally counted his savings. It wasn't a lot, but it would somehow be enough. He had sent a lot of his paycheck to his family. At least, what was left of it. His mother had finally left his father because of his drug problems while pregnant with his little sister and had moved in with his aunt. There was no other family. He hoped he could still manage to pay for his sister's school fees.

"Who said anything about leaving?" The Omega opposite him raises an eyebrow, and Big looks at him in bewilderment. "My Alpha is lucky to have always had someone by his side whose loyalty lies entirely with him. And I know he often doesn't deserve this honor. I'm very grateful to you for this time, Big."

"I know your wolf pines for this Alpha, but deep down, you don't, do you, Big? Even if you think you should feel the same and your wolf loudly protests your doubts. You long for a pack, Big. A pack you not only have to serve, but one that will also protect you if the worst comes to the worst but also in ordinary times. A place you can truly call home."

Porsche takes a sip of tea from his cup and then tosses in another piece of sugar. It clinks softly as the silver tongs touch the rim of the cup.

"If you agree and trust me, then that's exactly what I'll offer you. A pack, even if it will take some time and we'll probably have to make some sacrifices along the way. And I know that eventually, someone will be there for you, too." Porsche takes another sip. "And until then, I would gratefully trust in your loyalty. Is that what you want, Big? For Kinn and for me."

Porsche's eyes flash, and suddenly Big sees something he hadn't seen before. He'd only seen this big-mouthed Omega, overconfident in his eyes, and completely insufficiently knowledgeable about their dangerous world. And Kinn had chosen him, but now there was something different.

Sitting across from him is someone. An Omega. An Omega who speaks the truth, even if Big can hardly believe it now. Someone he can follow, and in that moment, Big had made his decision.

And that's what brought him here, and he watches as Kinn Porsche wipes a dollop of cream from the corner of his mouth and Porsche throws his head back, laughing.

Kinn has almost forgotten the cake in front of him and, after a few bites, puts his fork down on the flowered napkin. He only has eyes for Porsche.

For the moment, his tiredness has vanished. The lightly tanned skin of his Omega radiates.

Porsche is wearing a wildly patterned shirt and light-colored trousers.

In the underground parking garage, he directed the bodyguards to the SUVs and got behind the wheel of the black McLarren himself. Kinn had taken the passenger seat, and when they reached the highway, Porsche opened the convertible's top, and the wind ruffled his hair.

And Kinn had fallen in love with that Omega all over again.

Shortly before their destination, Porsche had insisted on parking two blocks away and had pulled Kinn by the hand along the narrow, uneven sidewalk.

At the café, he had greeted the gray-haired owner with a hug and stood in front of the glass display case filled with cakes, pies, and other pastries for almost a quarter of an hour before he could decide on a flavor.

Kinn had noticed some of the guests staring at Porsche, but the Omega wasn't bothered. Laughing, he had shared a few anecdotes with the owner and asked about cake recipes while admiring all the sweet works of art. He had pulled Kinn toward him and placed the Alpha's hand on his belly from behind. The Alpha had made himself tall and smiled. This was his Omega, or rather, he was the Alpha of this fantastic Omega and the father of this pup.

"What are you thinking about, Kinn?" Porsche asks, tugging a caramelized nut from Kinn's plate.

"That I'm happy."

The Omega smiles.

"Me too."

Today, Tankhun hasn't had his afternoon sandwiches arranged just for him on his private terrace. No, it's set for three people.

The Omega is wearing a floor-length, flowing dress and is barefoot when he notices Arm out of the corner of his eye.

The bodyguard bows, revealing Tankhun's guests. "Your visitors are here."

"How lovely. Send them to me." Tankhun uncorks a bottle of sparkling lemonade and pours the fizzy liquid into the three glasses.

"You look good, and this all looks delicious. That wasn't necessary." Jun blows a kiss on Tankhun's cheek.

"Oh, you know me. An invitation without style is no invitation at all. Especially since we have a guest of honor today."

Tankhun turns his head and looks past Jun. His gaze fixes on the Alpha behind the Omega.

That's typical. The expensive shirt is only half-buttoned, not a single wrinkle in the light linen trousers, and a watch glinting in the sunlight. Nevertheless, the Alpha looks at him almost shyly. A strand of dark hair falls across his high forehead.

Jun sits elegantly down on one of the empty chairs, but the Alpha doesn't move.

Tankhun stands up and takes a few long steps toward the Alpha.

Something inside him has changed, something that has hidden from the world for so many years and has now fought its way back to the surface. A battle that Jun has witnessed like no other, and yet even he isn't entirely prepared for this new side.

The Alpha's nostrils flare, and he bows quickly.

"Khun Tankhun. It is an honor to have allowed me to accompany Jun to you today."

Tankhun extends his wrist, and the Alpha briefly inhales the scent of this strange Omega.

His pupils dilate almost imperceptibly, but Tankhun doesn't miss this subtle detail.

"What do you know about me, Alpha?"

"Only what Jun told me, Khun."

Tankhun holds the gaze from this soft dark eyes.

"And now the truth, Alpha."

"You are the eldest son of the Theerapanyakun clan. You were kidnapped at 18. You were missing for six months. After that, Kinn took your place as heir. For four years now, you and Jun have been meeting regularly for therapy sessions. My father and his men found you back then. Korn offered a reward. We were allies."

Tankhun takes another step closer. "What did he tell you about me?"

"I was 14 at the time. He said he'd never seen a person alive and worse injured than you were, before or since."

"That's entirely possible. What else?" Tankhun asks.

"You killed every single one of them. There wasn't a single living being left in the house where you were hiding. And he said if there's anyone who deserves our respect, it's you."

"I always liked him, your father. Much more than my own. It's nice to finally meet you in person, Sorn."

"Jun knows?" The Alpha looks at his Omega.

"Of course he does."

"Relax, honey." Jun picks up a sandwich and bites into it. "Let's take advantage of this afternoon to get to know each other a little. You two should get to know each other. I am sure of it."

Chapter Text

Pete's Pregnancy: 16 Weeks
Porsche's Pregnancy: 12 Weeks

Macau pushes his hands against the large glass door with all his might. He would have loved to break the window glass, given how he feels right now, but he still manages to pull himself together. Of course, the electric sliding door mechanism is broken today. Freedom is at hand, and Macau can't wait to step out of the stuffy building, but at that very moment, his jacket sleeve gets caught on the doorknob. He is yanked back with force. His hip makes a painful encounter with the entrance gate he had just insulted.

Macau curses loudly and awkwardly frees himself. Angrily, he rubs his right hip bone and kicks down a plastic container that's lying on the top stone step behind the door.

Some high school students attending an orientation program, packed with information materials and books, jump to the side in shock.

Macau raises his hands apologetically, runs after the can, and tries to throw it in the nearest trash can, but misses.

What a shitty day. He'd simply forgotten about the stupid homework assignment. He'd even had a new folder brought in, and now the assignment sits neatly printed and filed on his desk in the compound. His seminar leader, of course, didn't believe him and just shook their heads disapprovingly. Then his cafeteria card ran out, and thanks to an unpopular professor, he hadn't been able to top it up before the end of the lunch break. Although, of course, he had more than one of his credit cards with him.

Oozing another torrent of curses, Macau bends down and, this time, properly throws the stupid plastic thing into the trash can. With a dull thud, it lands at the bottom of the apparently just-emptied trash can.

"Well, well, what's going on? Are you so excited for your weekend?"

Macau is turning around. The gleaming car is parked in a no-parking zone, and Kim is leaning against the hood in a much-too-good-looking leather jacket.

Macau throws his arms around the Alpha's neck and buries his face in Kim's shoulder. Kim puts both hands under Macau's uniform shirt and possessively squeezes Macau's waist. This is the first time Macau feels comfortable today. Then Kim breaks away from Macau, but the young Alpha growls in protest. He doesn't want to let him go yet.

Kim laughs and puts a finger to his lips. "Get in, love. Chay reserved a table, and we really don't want to keep our Omega waiting for us."

The prospect of a proper meal lures Macau into the passenger seat.

Kim climbs in the driver's side, starts the car, and deftly maneuvers around groups of gawking students.

The alpha twists a few knobs, and music blares through the car's interior. At a traffic light, he turns his head to Macau, who's snuggled into the soft leather seat.

"By the way, I met your seminar leader today. A very insightful woman, and she was enthusiastic about your presentation on the new marketing strategy for your simulation company project. You should present it to the whole class again next class, if you like. She would be very pleased."

Macau's mouth drops open.

"I had an appointment at the university anyway, and I quickly explained to her that Porchay had accidentally pocketed your work. After all, you both use the same folders. That can happen to anyone."
A smile tugs at Kim's lips. "You did a really good job with the presentation. I quickly flipped through the folder while I was waiting for the seminar leader."

"Kim." Macau is sure his ears have just turned an embarrassing red. They feel warm.

"Yes, little Alpha?"

Macau decides to remain silent and looks out the window. Kim places his hand on his knee and strokes it.

Having reached their destination, the friendly waitress leads them into the courtyard of the cozy restaurant, and Macau suddenly stops.

Their Omega is sitting at a round table beneath a large fig tree whose branches are decorated with colorful ribbons. Porchay is wearing flared jeans and a low-cut light blue linen shirt. The pale skin above his collarbones flashes at the top. His black hair glistens in the sunlight. And right now, their Omega is happily biting into a thickly topped slice of bread. Tomato juice drips down his chin, and Porchay's tongue licks the remaining red juice from the left corner of his mouth.

Macau hears Kim's quiet laugh next to him and meets the Alpha's gaze. Kim's arm wraps around his waist. "I know, sweet baby Alpha. I know."

When Porchay notices the two Alphas, he beams at them. He pushes his half-empty plate aside and stands up. His lips gently find Macau's. The Omega tastes of exotic spices and a subtle spiciness. Porchay lovingly strokes Macau's flushed cheeks. "Please excuse me for ordering already, but I was starving and the food smelled too tempting."

Macau sits down and studies the menu, undecided. Everything on it sounds good somehow.

"What will you have?" He looks questioningly at Kim. The alpha has leaned back in his chair, relaxed. His own menu lies face down on the light wooden tabletop.

Macau's stomach growls loudly, a clear reminder that he hasn't fed him since breakfast.

"Haven't you eaten anything today?" Porchay beckons the waitress and exchanges a few words with her. Kim also places his order.

A short while later, a large platter of delicacies appears in front of Macau. His mouth is watering.

After Porchay no longer feels like Macau is starving to death, he reaches for the Alpha's hand. "I know it's still some time until then, and of course you'll want to celebrate your birthday with Vegas and Pete, but if you don't mind, we'd like to take you on a little trip the following weekend. If you're not ready for that yet, that's perfectly fine, we'll do something else fun."

Macau feels his heart swell at that moment. He looks at the two men and can't believe that these two, who seem so perfect together, have chosen him.

"Jun!"

The Omega is just about to get a fresh cup of coffee from the kitchen when his Alpha's voice echoes through the apartment. So instead, he heads for their laundry room. With a grin, he leans into the doorway. Sorn is standing in front of the wide-open washing machine, wearing only sweatpants. His hair is tied back in a messy bun.

"What's wrong, my dearest Alpha?" Jun asks, enjoying the sight of his Alpha's bare back.

Sorn turns around and accusingly shows Jun some white clothes. They were white before the wash, anyway. Now, some of the shirts are decorated with funny patterns of pink stains. "Can you explain this to me?"

"Oops! My favorite red pajamas must have fallen into the white laundry."

A familiar frown forms on Sorn's forehead. "And how many times have I told you to pay attention to this? Now I need new shirts." The Alpha had developed a very sophisticated laundry system and was extremely meticulous about it, and for almost as long as he had been trying to explain it to his Omega. With limited success.

Jun approaches Sorn and gently strokes his chest. He blinks upwards. "I'd like to remind you that you ripped my pajamas off just the day before yesterday, and they somehow ended up in the laundry basket." Jun stands on tiptoe and gives his Alpha a gentle kiss. Sorn grumbles softly but returns the kiss with his usual passion.

A few minutes later, they separate, panting, and Jun pushes Sorn's hand away from his buttocks. "Later. I'm about to hold this online seminar on the rarely described erogenous zones of Omegas and how they can be incorporated into masturbation or sexual intercourse. So you'll have to be patient. Maybe I'll even let you try out some new techniques then." The Omega winks at Sorn.

But Sorn isn't ready to let his Omega go yet. "You like him, don't you?" he asks thoughtfully, and Jun immediately knows who Sorn is talking about.

"Yes, a lot," he answers honestly. "Is that bothering you?"

Sorn seems to think about it, but then shakes his head. "No, I just wish I'd kept that world away from you."

Jun raises an eyebrow. "You don't really think I haven't noticed the weapons in your nightstand, in our closet, and in the dresser by the front door. You don't have to protect me. I may not carry a weapon, but I know exactly how to take down an attacker." He gently strokes the external jugular vein that looms on the side of Sorn's neck. His Alpha gets goosebumps.

"You've never had a client as long as him." It's a statement.

"That's true, but none of my clients have experienced what he did. Recovery is a long road, not linear." He kisses Sorn's throat. "And, when you're ready, you can play an important role in that journey. I saw the way you looked at him, Alpha. I know that look. Think about it."

And then he leaves his Alpha with his thoughts in the laundry room. He'll come to Jun when he's ready.

The door to their suite bursts open, and the hinges creak alarmingly. Miraculously, there's not a single scratch in the wallpaper or the dark African ebony of the door.

In shock, Kinn spills some of the whiskey he'd just poured and sees only a white shadow flash past him. Only at second glance does he realize it's Pete. The Omega is wrapped in a white bathrobe and has a towel draped over his head like a turban. "Kinn, get out. I need your Omega."

Pete tugs on Porsche's wrist, who had been lying on the sofa upstairs, his book open. Next to him lies a plate full of chocolate and sweet gumdrops. The consultation with one of theirs suppliers first caused Porsche to vent his anger at the shooting range, and now he's venting his frustration at the incompetence of certain people with sugar.

Kinn wants to protest; he was looking forward to a quiet evening with Porsche, but Porsche just raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. Disgruntled, Kinn picks up his whiskey glass and heads off.

Porsche looks at Pete expectantly. The Omega collapses somewhat theatrically onto the sofa next to Porsche. "It's awful, and I don't know why I'm acting like this. I was looking forward to this news. I want Vegas."

Porsche grins. "So we are talking about sex. How nice. Do you want something sweet?" He offers Pete the bowl, and he stuffs a whole handful of wine gums into his mouth at once.

"You're a terrible best friend," Pete mumbles between the sweets. He's a little red.

"Why?" Porsche laughs. "Do you want me to listen to your monologue and would you like some advice?"

Pete sits up. "First monologue, then advice." He strokes his belly. "It's been so damn long, and so much has changed. I've changed. Maybe..."

Porsche raises his hand. "Monologue or no monologue, if you're about to say that Vegas might not find you so attractive anymore, I'll stuff a pillow in your beautiful face. That's nonsense. I know, I know. I'm happy to take all your concerns and self-doubts seriously, but I won't let you insecure yourself with thoughts like that. You can forget it."

"You're a fucking gorgeous man and an even morge gorgeous Omega. And I think you know what you need. Go for it. Take Vegas by the hand and make yourself and him feel good. And after that let me know all the juicy details. I might need inspiration."

"Porsche!", Pete whines.

Vegas stands in front of the newly assembled bookshelf and runs his finger over the familiar material of the spines. Some of the leather bindings have deep grooves, and some of the paper bindings have bent corners, but that doesn't bother him. He can't decide which one to choose. This morning, the bodyguards brought three boxes of his favorite books from the Minor Family house and assembled the bookcase. He carefully pulls one of the books from the shelf and opens its pages. The paper rustles. It smells of home, but also somehow of a life he left behind completely unnoticed.

"Alpha."

Vegas turns around. Pete is standing in the doorway. Barefoot and wrapped only in a bathrobe. The Alpha doesn't know how he'll ever get used to this sight. His Omega, with this well-rounded belly, offering a home to their pup. How did he deserve such happiness?

Pete slowly approaches and presses a gentle kiss on Vegas' lips.

"Are you listening to me, Alpha?" Vegas nods. "Good, please let me finish. Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun. If someone had told me that the Alpha I would one day call mine bore that name, I wouldn't have believed them. You were always there, and for far too long, my mind only saw you as a threat. Too conceited, too arrogant, glorifying violence, and a danger to those I swore loyalty to. I know now that some of it, not all, was a mistake. Not many deserve my loyalty. And then everything changed. You may think you kidnapped me, captured me in your cage, that you were in control. But that's not the case. You know that, Alpha, right? I chose you. I gave myself to you. I received your seed, which now grows into a child inside me. And I regret nothing. No pain, no sorrow, no blood."

There is darkness before Vegas's eyes, sparks, the clang of chains, the snap of a belt. Blood.

Pete puts a hand on Vegas's cheek. "Don´t be sad.The Goddess has chosen this path for us and in its own way it is a good path. The future before us is bright.  "

"Like I said, there's no regret. But there's a longing to reclaim the moment I never had. Let me play my own game. Let me explore the body I opened myself to. I deserve this. You deserve this Vegas. Do you trust me?" Pete pulls out a thin silk scarf.

The Alpha nods and fixes his eyes on Pete's, which hold so much love. He feels the soft fabric.Then everything goes dark around him.

A shiver runs through his body, and delicate goosebumps form under his clothes.

"Sh, I've got you." Pete gently pushes him away from where he was just standing. It's unfamiliar, but Vegas trusts that his Omega won't let him run into walls. A door opens, and Vegas squints beneath his blindfold. The smell is new.

"Welcome to my nest," Pete whispers close to his ear.

Vegas feels something soft beneath his feet. He curls his toes, briefly unsure how to react, and then instinctively sinks to his knees.

Pete purrs softly. "Very good, Alpha."

Pete's fingers stroke his forehead, through his hair, tracing the lines of his cheekbones and nose. "How beautiful you are."

Vegas presses his lips together. No one has ever said that to him before. Of course, he knows that many people find him attractive. He's often exploited this fact in the past, but the way Pete says these words it doesn't seem to be about physical appearance.

He feels Pete scratching his neck, and then his fingers find the spot where his ear meets his neck, a few centimeters above his throat. The thought briefly crosses his mind about how easily Pete could slit his throat, but the fingers distract him from these thoughts. A slight tingle.

"Oh yes. It feels good here. Focus on it, Vegas. What do you feel? Is it comfortable? Is my touch doing something to your body?"

He notices his muscles tensing and his breathing becoming a little faster.

His shirt is unbuttoned and slips off his shoulders. Pete's fingers circle his nipples while his mouth moves along the spot where he was just lingering. The Omega's breath is warm. "Come on, darling, lean on me." Vegas lets his butt sink back onto his heels and then leans his upper body against Pete's chest. "With all your weight, Alpha. You know I won't break, and neither will our pup." Vegas hesitantly follows Pete's words. A hand strokes his tense thighs. "Cross your legs."

"It's a shame no one has played with these sweet nipples thoroughly yet. But we're going to do that now." Pete takes a finger from Vega's chest and moistens it in his mouth. Then he gently caresses the right nipple. Slowly, he feels the small bud harden. His alpha has tilted his head back. He notices the tension in Vega's body easing. The alpha lets himself go, letting go of his control. This is exactly where Pete wants him. "You're doing so well. It looks enchanting the way your hard nipples stand out against your skin."

He patiently plays with both nipples, sometimes with larger movements, sometimes with great precision. Sometimes he strokes them very gently, sometimes he pinches the sensitive flesh with his fingernails. This elicits a gentle moan from Vegas.

"Good boy." Vegas trembles and freezes. The alpha in him screams and tries with all his might to resist what these words trigger in him. He wants to make Vegas understand that this is wrong.Pete can practically see the thoughts in his head. And he also sees the bulge in Vegas's gray pants. "You don't have to hide from me. It's just the two of us here. And if I want to call you a good boy, then I will. I've never lied to you, Alpha." It's not that Pete doesn't enjoy his normally dominant Alpha. He loves it. He loves putting himself completely in Vegas' hands and being able to trust that he knows what Pete needs, what his Omega needs. And he can be sure that Vegas will always give him the greatest possible pleasure. Just maybe not always immediately, exactly when Pete wants it. Because he knows him better and knows that sometimes it takes hard grips, sharp commands, and just the right amount of pain before pleasure can be experienced to its full extent. But after all this time, he had the feeling that Vegas needed something different today. Pete himself needed something different.

The image in his mind changes. It's not often he can see it so clearly, but right now, the silvery, shining wolf gently but firmly bites his large, black partner's snout, pinning him to the ground with astonishing force. The black wolf growls and bares his teeth, but the light-colored one doesn't care. He just grumbles softly and licks the other wolf's neck as if he were still a pup.

His hands wander lower, caressing Vega's quivering flanks. They tickle the soft fluff of dark hair that disappears into the waistband of Vega's pants, tracing it and disappearing beneath the fabric. Pete grasps Vega's penis with both hands and simply holds it tight.

The organ feels hot in his hand and heavy in its own way. The Omega feels Vega's cock pulsing. And despite its size, which has already given Pete so much pleasure, it still seems somehow vulnerable. At the mercy of the Omega's will. Vega's pelvis twitches, but Pete tightens his grip. "No, Alpha, not yet. Today I set the pace. Let me hold you and breathe calmly." Vegas takes a gasping breath.

"You like it when I play with your tip. When it's already a little wet and shiny, and I gently scratch it with my fingernail. That makes you even harder. But this is where you like it best, right, Alpha? When I pump you where your knot is forming."

"Pete!" Vegas sounds breathless. He hears it himself and blinks against the blindfold. The Omega massages him so skillfully that he feels dizzy. When Pete asks him to lift his hips, he does it almost too quickly and hears Pete's quiet chuckle. The Omega slides out from behind the Alpha and pulls off his pants.

Gently, and with just the right amount of pressure, his balls are knotted. Vegas can no longer hold back his moans. But then a finger slides lower and rests where a muscle tightly seals the entrance to his body. Vegas's hands fly forward and grasp Pete's wrists. "No!" Almost immediately, the fabric disappears from his eyes, and he can see Pete's worried face. His hands cup Vegas face. Vegas lowers his eyes in shame.

"That was a no, Alpha. Not a word to be ashamed of. I want to give you pleasure, and if anal stimulation isn't part of it for you, then I accept that unconditionally. We haven't talked about this before, and I'm sorry if I made you feel insecure. That doesn't change anything. You don't have to do anything you don't want to try. Not even if I'd love to pleasure you like that. And if you'd like to try it sometime, you can let me know. But it doesn't have to come to that."

Pete turns onto his back and pulls Vegas on top of him. He nudges against Vegas nose. "Don't look at me like that, Alpha. You're gorgeous and you didn't do anything wrong." Pete kisses him. "I missed you." The Alpha presses himself against the familiar body. Home wasn't a place; home was this. Pete, his puppy, Macau, and perhaps, somehow, the pack they'd become a part of.

Pete reaches for Vega's hand and intertwines their fingers. "Do you want to feel how much I desire you, Alpha?" Vegas licks his dry lips and nods. Pete guides their intertwined hands between their bodies, deeper, to where the Omega's wetness awaits. This game hasn't left him cold at all. Who can resist a willing Alpha? Not him. Pete guides Vega's index and middle fingers between his labia. He moves them in small circles over his clitoris and closes his eyes, purring. The alpha's fingers feel so much better than his own. They're a bit rougher, creating more friction on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Then he guides them to his entrance and dips them in ever so slightly.The Alpha moans. "Do you feel how wet I am? How ready? Do it, Vegas. You have my permission. Take what you need. I waited way too long."

That's all that matters now. The Omega in his arms and the privilege that he makes possible for Vegas. Something inside him is fighting its way up and taking control. No, it's not a fight. More like a gentle emergence from a much-needed sleep. Pete nurtures parts of his Alpha that he himself is only just beginning to get to know. That's how well the Omega knows him.

Vegas grabs his cock and sinks into his Omega in one long thrust. The heat is unbearable. He must pause for a few seconds. Pete flinches as the Alpha enters him, but grins at Vegas. His eyes flash. "Finally. Don't hold back, Alpha." A wild growl escapes the Alpha, and Pete responds with a similar sound. Their mouths meet, fighting an equal battle for the upper hand. There tongues, teeth and hot breath. Then Vegas tastes blood, and he doesn't know if it's his own or Pete's. Pete's hands grip Vegas's hips, but Vegas shakes his head and holds Pete's hands together above his head. They grip the sheets. Good. "No, Omega. You want me, you'll get me," Vegas growls, and then they lose themselves in each other.

Chapter Text

Pete's pregnancy: 18 weeks
Porsche's pregnancy: 14 weeks

"Oh no, Kinn. You can turn right around and change. Your admittedly very well-cut suit isn't exactly appropriate attire for today's event." Kinn hadn't even fully entered the training hall when Tankhun interruptes him with a dismissive hand gesture.

Pete and Vegas step out of the elevator behind Kinn. Both are wearing workout clothes, but Vegas, unlike his Omega, looks rather crestfallen. The two Alphas exchange a glance. "Do you know what we're doing here?" Kins asks quietly as Pete walkes ahead. Vegas shakes his head. "No, but Pete kicked me out of bed." He rolls his eyes.

He would have liked to keep his Omega under the covers a little longer and enjoy a quiet morning together, but Pete had been persistent and practically kicked the Alpha out of bed.

“What’s with the look on your faces and Kinn? I laid out some athletic shorts especially for you. Didn’t you see them?” Porsche playfully pinches his Alpha’s side. “You’d better hurry. We don’t want to start late.” The Omega is wearing a loose, low-cut top and wide-legged trousers. His belly is barely visible underneath, and yet Kinn has never seen anything more beautiful. It should perhaps be noted that he thinks this every single day.

“I’m leaving now, but can you at least tell us what’s going on?”

Porsche laughs. “You’ll have to wait and see. But I would ask for a little more motivation; it’s for the good of your puppies.”

This makes Kinn perk up, and he quickly hurries back upstairs to change.

When he returns to the training hall, the group has grown. Tankhun, Porsche, and Pete are sitting cross-legged on light-colored exercise mats. And Kim, Porchay, and Macau are also unrolling three mats each. Kinn squints. In the middle of this somewhat odd gathering stands a young man. He looks familiar to the Alpha, but right now he can't quite place him.

Wordlessly, he takes a mat and spreads it out next to Porsche's. His Omega smiles at him.

The young man claps his hands. "I already know some of you. For those who don't, let me introduce myself briefly. My name is Sunti, and I work at Dr. Catherine Donaldson's practice. She's overseeing Porsche's pregnancy, and to my great delight, Pete also paid us a visit a few days ago. As for me, I'm not only a trained maternity nurse but also a midwife with many years of experience. Of course, I don't just attend births, but also the time before and after. It's especially important to me that our patients are doing well, so I'm always looking for ways to improve their well-being. Even better, I like to guide them in doing it themselves." He winks at the group. "I think some of you will be relieved that perineal massage isn't on the agenda today. Instead, we're doing...yoga."

Kinn thinks he must have misheard and quickly looks away, but Porsche looks perfectly content. He lovingly strokes his belly while listening to Sunti. Macau and Porchay don't seem to mind either, but to Kinn's relief, Kim looks like he's bitten into a lemon.

"I think we're all familiar with yoga, and I'm not going to give you a long lecture about this millennia-old tradition. We're simply going to take advantage of its beneficial effects. Especially during pregnancy, the exercises are particularly valuable for the pelvic floor; they increase fitness and flexibility and can be a way to cope with mental challenges. Porsche and Pete wanted to incorporate something into their daily routine that they could do together at home. So, in addition to their prenatal class, I offered them an introductory day for prenatal yoga. And they had the brilliant idea of ​​using it as pack bonding time." He laughs. "I hope you're all motivated, then let's get started right away. We'll begin with some stretching exercises." From his tone of voice, Kinn can tell that Sunti has figured out his group and finds the behavior of most of the alphas particularly amusing.

Porsche seems to take this seriously, so Kinn obediently breathes in time with Sunti's voice and completes the warm-up. His back protests even at the familiar child's pose, but Kinn just presses his lips together. Perhaps he really should get more exercise in his daily life. The cracking in his lower back doesn't sound very healthy.

Soon, Kinn is sweating and sweat drops across his forehead. Damn, why is this so exhausting? But Pete and Porsche are clearly having fun.

Tankhun looks like he's never done anything else and is soon performing his own sequence.

"The next exercises are especially good for training hip opening."

Tankhun raises an eyebrow and winks at Kinn.

While Sunti is still explaining and focusing particularly on the Omegas, there's a small rumble. Vegas has fallen sideways out of his botched downward-facing dog when he extended his leg upwards as instructed. Pete laughs heartily before moving into Virabhadrasana, Warrior I.

"Adho Mukha Svanasana, that one still needs some practice." Sunti smirks.

Kinn gives Vegas a pitying look, who forces a smile.

"I'm rethinking all my life choices right now."

"You did well, Alpha."

Porsche hugs Kinn, who has just gotten out of the shower. The Alpha enjoys being close to his Omega and doesn't want to think about having to endure more mind-numbingly boring meetings.

Porsche grins conspiratorially.

"How about I tell you that I took the liberty of canceling all your meetings for the day, and the reserved spa is waiting for us downstairs?"

Kinn can't suppress a purr.

A little later, they enter the compound's spa area in long bathrobes. Kinn hangs his on a hook and waits for Porsche to do the same, but the Omega just smiles.

"I think you look like you could use a massage after all that strenuous training."

Porsche takes Kinn by the hand and leads the Alpha to the massage tables. Towels and various massage oils are already laid out on one of them.

"Are you making fun of me, Omega?"

Kinn sighs as he lies down on a chaise longue and rolls onto his stomach.

Porsche shakes his head with a grin.

"No," he trills, pouring some massage oil into his hands.

Then he vigorously kneads the oil into his Alpha's shoulder. He feels all the little knots and tension, and Kinn moans softly.

"You're terribly tense, Alpha." Porsche leans down to Kinn's ear and gently bites it. "Not just in your shoulders."

Sorn's father sits with folded hands at the head of the gleaming mahogany table. His face had become wrinkled with age, but his gray eyes beneath rimless glasses still held a watchful gaze, and he maintained the same upright posture that Sorn had always admired, even though his back was considerably thinner than it had been a few years ago.

How long had it been since Sorn had attended an official meeting? Times had changed, and the young Alpha owed it to his father to take responsibility. He owed it to his parents, his siblings, and above all, Jun. He had realized that he couldn't run away from this world. He was born into it, and even though he enjoyed many freedoms, he still had a duty to fulfill. Perhaps he even wanted to bear it, for times had changed, and perhaps the future held a completely new position for him and his family. Who knew?

Sorn takes a sip from the coffee mug he had ordered from his favorite café, much to his father's amusement, and glances at the notes he's made on his tablet. He has several appointments in the coming weeks. He needs to inspect the weapons cache and review their personnel files. If he's ever to lead this pack, he wants to do it his way. And that time suddenly seems closer than he thought. With a clean slate and only the most loyal guards his pack has to offer at his side.

Khun Somchai Saetong picks up the expensive fountain pen lying beside him. He still takes all his notes by hand, the nib of the pen scratching across the thick paper as he writes. He looks at his son.

“I will announce your visit to Khun Theerapanyakun. It’s time we showed our loyalty. We have always been devoted to the Theerapanyakuns, even though, before this somewhat unexpected turn of events—which, between you and me, isn’t unpleasant—I no longer quite lived up to their expectations. This is a new opportunity for all of us. You could invite Khun Kinn and Khun Porsche to dinner after your visit.”

“I don’t think Alpha Kinn will accept that right now,” Sorn interjects, pressing his lips together.

His father coughs softly and presses an embroidered handkerchief to his mouth before taking a breath.

“We’ll see. You will certainly introduce yourself properly and make an appointment with our tailor. Perhaps Jun can accompany you. You should make a respectable impression, even though I don’t have much to criticize about your style of dress. There’s always room for improvement, and I think something more traditional might be more appropriate.”

“Of course.” Sorn nods.

"Which brings me back to traditions. You should really propose to Jun soon, I've been telling you for months. It's the proper thing to do. I proposed to your mother right away."

"Dad." Sorn suppresses a laugh. "You had an arranged marriage."

His father completely ignores the fact that Jun and Sorn are already married in a Western ceremony. He wants a temple ceremony and nothing else. Sorn will likely have to grant him this wish soon.

"Nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'll consider it," Sorn replies.

"Making a good impression is important."

Impressions. Something that was always important to Sorn's father. Never let them know what you really think, son. Adapt, keep your mouth shut, but never get your hands dirty for principles you can't forgive yourself for. Blood is hard to wash away. So be sure for whom or what you're willing to shed it. It's not a decision to be taken lightly. Leaving a respectable impression can mean so much in their world. Sorn doesn't know if his father truly doesn't know what Jun does during his working hours or where he's been coming and going for years. Perhaps he's simply keeping quiet because he himself might not understand, but still wants to show his respect to his son's companion.

There's a knock at the heavy study door. It's their butler, his hair now graying, walking with a slight stoop, but still fulfilling his duties.

"I have the pleasure of announcing a visitor." His voice is raspy.

"Strange, I wasn't expecting anyone. Were you?"

Somchai Saetong takes a lens cleaning cloth from a jacket pocket and carefully rubs it over the lenses of his glasses, which he has removed.

The butler steps aside, and Sorn is immediately hit with a distinctive scent. He suppresses a gag reflex and coughs.

"Somchai!" chirps a much too high-pitched voice.

Ginevra Inthapong, née Marino, teeters into the study on frighteningly high heels, enveloped in a cloud of cloyingly sweet perfume, and blows a loud, smacking kiss on each cheek of Sorn's father's face.

Five burly bodyguards follow her.

The "Contessa," as she is also known, married into the Thai underworld as a young girl from Italy and, now a widow, runs both her husband's legal and illegal businesses.

She must have been very beautiful once, but visits to the tanning salon and chain-smoking have turned her tanned skin into the color of a yellowed leather handbag.

"Sorn, how lovely!"

The annoying voice rises another octave.

The Alpha is pressed against her ample cleavage.

"I was just in the area and thought now would be the perfect time for a fine wine and some conversation among old friends. Somchai, you'll surely have something. I know I can count on you."

The many bracelets on the woman's bony wrists clink.

Pah, they're not friends. But Sorn's father maintains his composure and has wine and some small snacks prepared in the garden.

Sorn sits reluctantly beside them, his expression icy.

Ginevra snaps her fingers and one of her bodyguards hands her a gilded euti, from which she takes a cigar, which the bodyguard is then allowed to light for her.

Sorn gets the smoke directly in his face.

His father politely declines and has the Contessa's glass refilled with more wine.

She purses her lips and takes a sip from her glass.

"Ah, there's nothing better. An excellent bottle, but let's get down to business. Our world never sleeps, and you know that all too well. My friends, fate has presented us with an opportunity we absolutely cannot ignore. Loyalty can change like a weather vane, and there's nothing wrong with that. We all just want the best for our families."

The elderly lady leaned back contentedly in her armchair.

"The Theerapanyakuns are in a vulnerable position. Kinn, as much as I like the boy, is nothing compared to his father. May he and his brother rest in peace, tragic. A power vacuum is dangerous; we can't allow that. I'm gathering some allies to reclaim what's now so unguarded. We deserve a higher position. All of us. And I'm burning with interest to hear what you think."

Ginevra flicked some ash from her leather costume.

Sorn stiffens, but his father takes a deliberately slow sip from his own wine glass.

"My dear, you know I'm always open to good suggestions with potential. They're what make us successful. Perhaps we should discuss this in a suitable setting. I'd be happy to hear all your plans, and of course, I'm interested in who else is involved. Naturally, I'm also interested in the well-being of my family."

"What a coincidence!"

A voice like gold.

Those present turn their heads. But all that can be heard is the soft click of heels on stone. In an instant, their own bodyguards fall into a deep bow, and Sorn cranes his neck. At the same time, he reaches under the table for his weapon, but stops mid-movement when he sees who is joining them.

First, the Alpha sees red. Dark red. High boots that reach above the knees, connected to a matching red jumpsuit. Over it, white fur. Long, flowing, luxurious. Long, slender fingers adorned with silver rings and a narrow silver belt that fits snugly around the man's slim waist. He pushes his large sunglasses up into his hair. Sparkling eyes peek out from beneath them.

Sorn rises with a fluid motion and pushes back his chair.

The Omega breathes a kiss onto his cheek. A gentle touch, so much more elegant than what he had witnessed and endured earlier.

"They told me you were here. I was just about to pick up Jun, but I can't just show up and disappear again without saying hello. That's simply not right."

A smile in his voice.

"But you're busy, so I don't want to disturb you for long."

A smile for the assembled group.

The Contessa's eyes widened, and she clutches her wine glass tightly. The bright orange of her fingernails clashes with the Burgundy in the glass.

"Somchai. It's been a long time. I've missed you."

Khun Tankhun Theerapanyakun in all his extravagance, flanked by six bodyguards from the Theerapanyakun entourage.

The tall Omega gives a slight bow to Sorn's father, who grasps the Omega's left hand with his two wrinkled hands and squeezes firmly.

"Khun Tankhun, what an honor for my house! The goddess must have been well-disposed towards me today. I had no idea."

The old man is visibly moved.

"All is well, old friend. I'll change my plans quickly," Tankhun replies gently.

“But…” The Contessa’s face betrayed her horror, even though she clearly tried to maintain her composure. “You, you…”

"Contessa, I wasn't expecting to see you here. But you never know what surprises the day might bring. You look a little hot. Are you feeling unwell? Perhaps someone should bring you some water. Surely my appearance can't be all that surprising."

Tankhun chuckles softly.

"I absolutely have to tell Kinn about this. My brother is always interested in current events. Sometimes it's almost unbelievable what you see or hear."

“Sorn, Jun is expecting me, and I don’t want to keep him waiting any longer. You know how important our connection is to me. I would be absolutely delighted if you could join us. Of course, only if you’re not too busy.”

Sorn kisses Omega’s hand.

“I’ll be with you in a minute. Feel free to go ahead. Jun wanted to do some work in his studio this morning.”

Their eyes meet.

I see what you´re doing here.

"Somchai, I'll send you an invitation to dinner. We have so much to catch up on."

Then Tankhun vanishes almost as quickly as he had appeared.

The Contessa gasps.

"But if I had known, that madman hasn't left this glass palace in years. What's going on?"

She clutches her chest.

"Times change. Like you said"

Sorn smiles.

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Mother Earth had four sons with the Darkness: the North Wind, the East Wind, the South Wind, and the West Wind.

These four sons explored all the corners of the young Earth and eventually met the daughters of Father Water, who had come down from the depths and the mountains and were created from the drops of the Fountain of Life.

Many millennia ago, the South Wind's son, Tawan, fell in love with the North Wind's daughter, Janah. But the beautiful woman had eyes only for a mortal, and so Tawan was consumed by terrible jealousy. A quarrel ensued, and Tawan cursed the mortal to remain forever in the form of a wolf, wandering the earth. Janah was in deep sorrow, and darkness fell upon the world, for her bright being had previously illuminated the heavens.

The North Wind could not bear to see his daughter in this state and begged Mother Earth for help. Without light, there is no life, and so the Mother of all things had only one option left. She had two ships built.

The moonship, which allowed Janah, the goddess of the moon, to find her lover on Earth wherever he might be, and gave the wolf the ability to transform back into his human form at night, was a curse spoken with such hatred, not entirely reversible.

As punishment, Tawan was banished to the sunship, from where he will never again be able to reach the moon goddess.

Janah's children were shapeshifters who lived among humans. Mostly unrecognized, they often remained in their wolf form for long periods until they intermingled with humans, as wolves were nearly extinct and shapeshifters feared for their lives if they remained in their animal form for too long.

Over time, the ability to shapeshift was lost, but in spirit they remained connected to their wolf forms and never forgot their loyalty to the moon.

So we have humans in this story and everything that comes with being human: Sex, Gender, Sexuality.

But we also have the descendants of Janah and her lover.

At birth, they are assigned a biological sex that is no different from that of humans. But as they grow up and as their wolf awakens, they change all throughout puberty.

Let's start with the Betas, who are no different from humans except for the fact that they too have a spiritual connection to their wolf.

Female Omegas have the external and internal reproductive organs of an average human woman. They experience a monthly menstrual cycle. In addition, they have a period of heat approximately every three months during which their fertility is greatly increased, but they can also become pregnant outside of this period around ovulation.

Male Omegas are born with the external genitalia of an average human male, although their testicles and penis are often smaller, and in some cases, the testicles never descend from the abdominal cavity. During puberty, the uterus develops, and the testicles transform into ovaries. The penis tissue shrinks, retracts into the body, and forms the clitoris with its crura, shaft, and glans. The developing uterus grows towards the perineum area, and the vaginal canal forms. They also experience menstruation and heat cycles.

They usually experience their first menstruation later, at 14 or 15, as the development of their corresponding sexual organs takes longer.

In female Alphas, the situation is reversed. Their female genitalia are largely preserved, but a penis develops from the tissue of the clitoris and urethra, though it is often smaller than that of their male counterparts. They are capable of both conceiving and giving birth, although pregnancies in female Alphas are extremely rare due to their hormonal peculiarities.

The penis of a male alpha changes only in that a knot develops.

The rut behavior of alphas often adapts to the heat cycle of omegas to maximize their chances of offspring.

Alpha subs are relatively rare and date back to the time when shapeshifters still lived in fixed pack structures. Back then, the dominant pack alpha sometimes even killed alphas who were not of his lineage. This development thus enabled the survival of alpha offspring within the pack that were not descended from the leading pair of Alpha and Omega.

They cannot form a knot. But they developed over time the ability to father children again and they are able to self-lubricate.

During sexual intercourse and under arousal, another muscle closes the connection between the anal canal and the rectum, and their musculature and tissue there is much more pliable than that of Omegas, dominant Alphas, Betas, and humans.

Alphas only know relatively late whether they are dominant or submassive because the differences are not so significant.

Because of all these special characteristics, sex and gender are very important topics in this world, and great care is taken to adress them correctly in each individual case that can be different for everyone.

Generally, Alphas, Betas, and Omegas are often stronger, faster, more agile, and have sharper senses than humans. However, their physical build is not necessarily linked to their designation. For example, there are also small, slender Alphas and very muscular Omegas. It is considered very rude to judge an individual's designation solely based on physical appearance.

When not only individuals but also their wolves bond with one another, these individuals are referred to as mates. Relationships of any kind are also possible and recognized outside of this context.

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Pete's pregnancy: 22 weeks
Porsche's pregnancy: 18 weeks

"Wouldn't you rather stay here? What if you get homesick? I wanted to bake you a cake. I've been watching video tutorials for days."

Pete stands in the underground parking garage, his eyes slightly glazed, tugging at Macau's sweater.

"Honey. It's just a weekend."

Vegas tries to put his arm around his Omega's waist, but Pete hisses at him.

"Don't touch me. You can't possibly know what's going on. Do you know what can happen in 48 hours? Has your brain, thanks to pregnancy hormones, been reprogrammed to only imagine the worst things that could happen to your puppy? Has it? Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun. I don't think so, my dear Alpha. So stay out of things you can't comment on," Pete hisses, simultaneously placing a hand on Macau's cheek. "My baby is growing up."

Macau blushes slightly.

"We'll celebrate as soon as we get back on Sunday evening. It's still my birthday then, so it's not late at all. You know I'm dying to see that meteor shower, and the national park is perfect for it, but..."

"Oh, Pete, my goodness. I'm coming along too, and a dozen bodyguards. Kinn even sent Big on this trip. We're not going anywhere."

Tankhun pats Pete's shoulder confidently. The Omega looks completely transformed. He's wearing thick boots with lug soles, beige outdoor trousers, a long-sleeved top in the same color and material, and a wide-brimmed hat. Only the scarf he's tied around his neck is a fresh olive green.

"And what if you get trampled by elephants?"

Pete's lower lip trembles slightly. Tankhun quickly ushers Kim, Porchay, and Macau toward the four jeeps that are waiting. Porchay chuckled softly.

"I'll personally make sure they keep a two-kilometer safety distance from all animals. Simply nothing can happen to them. I promise! And Big will check in with Arm every hour via radio."

Tankhun slams the car door shut and signals to the driver to start the engine. With a sigh, he leans back against the leather seat. The car headlights light up.

"Do you have enough mosquito repellent?"

But they no longer hear Pete's exclamation.

Once they've left Bangkok's dense traffic behind, they're making good time.

Porchay is wearing headphones, listening to soft music, a demo from Wik's new album, and has a notebook on his lap in which he scribbles words and short sentences. His foot taps to the beat of the bass. Kim sits in the middle, peeling oranges and occasionally offering Macau a slice. He's carefully removed all the white pith, which the young Alpha can't stand. The fruit is tart and leaves a fresh taste on Macau's tongue. He leans his head against the window and watches the landscape go by. Kim takes his hand and brings it to his lips.

"What's wrong, love? Aren't you excited? Our place will be the perfect spot for stargazing."

"No, it isn't..." Macau feels a flush creeping up his face. A whole weekend with Kim and Porchay, far away from the compound and their responsibilities. He shifts a little in his seat.

“Oh, love. You and Porchay have talked about it. Nothing will happen that you don’t want, and if I just hold you both in my arms all weekend and feed you exotic fruits, it would be perfect. You don’t have to worry.”

“But I do want it.”

Macau’s voice is a little hoarse, and he blinks shyly at Kim. The Alpha inhales and leans close to Macau’s ear.

“Then you’ll have it, my sweet Alpha.”

Kim’s hand moves to Macau’s lap and rests possessively on it. Macau is getting hot. The older Alpha subtly presses his palm against Macau’s penis, which slowly stirs under his touch.

Porchay takes off his headphones and glares at them.

"How am I supposed to concentrate on evaluating your music and rhythms when you're filling the car with so much fog? The air conditioning isn't even that strong. Please wait until we arrive. I want to concentrate, and besides, the four-poster beds looked fantastic on the website."

"We're being good."

Kim grins and blows Macau a kiss on the lips.

"You'll have to be patient a little longer."

Khao Yai National Park was the first of its kind in Thailand and is located a good three hours from Bangkok. Visiting it on weekends during peak tourist season is strongly discouraged, but the name Theerapanyakun once again grants certain privileges.

Just before the line of cars and packed buses begins, their jeeps turn onto a small, unpaved side road. The ride is a bit bumpy. At a barrier, their drivers exchange a few words with the park rangers, then they are allowed to pass.

It's an entrance normally used only by the rangers.

They drive along the sand and gravel roads at a significantly reduced speed until the jeeps suddenly brake.

Kim leans forward. "What's wrong, Astrid?"

The alpha female with short, white-blonde hair, sitting in the passenger seat, has binoculars in her hand and turns around.

"Look, Khun Kim, elephants! They're coming towards us!"

Macau perks up. "What, really?" He wants to roll down the window, but Kim stops him.

"No. We'll stay in the car and keep the windows closed. We don't want to scare them." He puts a finger to his lips. "Very quietly."

The car engines are switched off. Astrid passes binoculars through to the back, and Macau and Porchay are already pressed against the windows.

“You know that elephants are our official national animal. Unfortunately, only about 3,500 wild elephants live in protected areas like this one today. Roughly the same number are kept in captivity under terrible conditions and exploited for tourism. Sadly, that doesn't matter to many tourists. They'd rather have photos of themselves riding elephants. It's a disgrace to these highly intelligent animals,” Kim explains quietly.

“Isn't there anything that can be done?” Porchay asks. His eyes have taken on a worried expression.

“The family already financially supports organizations that work to protect elephants in the wild, rescuing them from these terrible conditions and giving them a good life in wildlife sanctuaries. If you'd like, we can visit one of them sometime.”

“Oh yes.” Porchay nods.

Then Macau sees them.

There are nine of them. Seven adults and two calves. He holds his breath. They emerge from the undergrowth to the right of the road, where tall evergreen bamboo trees, ferns, and other plants grow. There must be a watering hole nearby, because their powerful legs and bellies appear dark and glisten with moisture. The massive animals approach the vehicles quite leisurely. The youngest calf weaves back and forth between the adults' legs until it stays close to a female elephant, probably its mother, and places its small trunk against her left hind leg. And so they pass by. Completely relaxed. Only their ears and tails wiggle in time with their slow movements. Until they finally disappear back into the dense greenery.

“Fantastic,” Macau breathes. He’s still completely captivated.

And so they wait quite a while before they dare to start the jeeps again and continue their journey.

Porchay looks at Macau affectionately. “How wonderful that our weekend is starting like this. We had a twilight safari planned, but you never know if you’ll actually see any elephants. I’m so glad they’ve walked right into our path.”

“They are beautiful.” Macau smiles happily.

“We have the Asian elephant, Elephas maximus, here. It’s smaller than its African relatives. But the difference is especially noticeable in its ears. They are smaller, rounder, and don’t cover the entire neck. Also, among Asian elephants, usually only the bulls have tusks. Nevertheless, as with all elephants, the matriarchs are in charge.”

“How do you know all this?” Macau looks at his alpha male.

“Of course, I prepared for our outing.” Kim winks at them.

About half an hour passes before they reach their final destination for the weekend. High on stilts, nestled in the heart of the forest, stand the bamboo houses, arranged in a semicircle and connected by several small bridges. A blend of rustic charm and modernity, two large houses, almost small villas, at one end of the semicircle and the other, and smaller houses in between, made of sturdy bamboo and featuring plenty of glass and modern comforts.

The staff checks the surroundings before they are finally allowed to climb the stairs. Macau absorbs all the sights and sounds: deep greenery, high humidity, chirping and rustling, birdsong, and other noises.

While Macau stands in awe at the railing, Tankhun struts past him. A small group of bodyguards follows behind, carrying his luggage upstairs.

"I'm pleasantly surprised," murmurs the tall Omega, pointing to one of the small villas. "I'll take that one."

"I'm afraid I have to disappoint you, we've moved into the other one."

Tankhun turns around. A little way off him, leaning against the railing with his arms crossed, is the Omega, whose scent has become so familiar. He must have come from the second villa. Jun smiles. He's wearing loose, airy trousers and a long-sleeved shirt. On his feet, just light sandals.

"Hello, my dear. I hope we're not inconveniencing you."

Jun approaches Tankhun, rises slightly onto his tiptoes, and blows a kiss on his cheek. The taller Omega blinks in surprise.

"What? How?" The question marks are clearly visible on his face.

Jun takes Tankhun's hand. "Kim called us. It was supposed to be a surprise for you. I was against it. If this is too much for you, I'm sorry. I know you don't particularly like unplanned events. That's why I wanted to talk to you beforehand. We can also move into one of the smaller houses, or we can leave again. That wouldn't be any trouble at all."

"Sorn's here too?" Tankhun looks around.

"Attacked, but yes I am here. These damned beasts are sucking me dry." Sorn slaps his hand against his throat.

“Would you like to go inside for a moment?” Jun puts an arm around Tankhun’s waist. “We can talk in peace there, and you can decide.”

The villa has a pleasantly air-conditioned climate. Tankhun slowly sits down on a small, low sofa. He sees the doors to two bedrooms and two bathrooms. All the walls of the house, except for the front wall, are made of glass, and it feels as if, even though he is indoors, he is standing in the middle of a tropical forest.

What can he see? A colorful bird perched on a branch outside the window. The canopy above the bed beyond the open door. A bronze-colored sofa cushion. The fluffy, light-colored carpet. A small singing bowl on the glass table. What can he feel? The fabric beneath his hands. His feet on the floor. The remaining tag of his shirt, which he had meant to cut off. The chair back against his back. What can he hear? The gentle hum of the air conditioner, the sounds of the forest drifting into the house. The fizz of a water bottle. What can he smell? Eucalyptus, a room fragrance. Jun. What can he taste? The dregs of the soda he drank on the drive.

"Tankhun!" Jun holds out his hand.

"Have a drink." Sorn hands him a glass of water, and Tankhun takes a small sip.

He thinks for a moment, then replies, "I'm fine. I'm glad you're here. Surprised, but happy."

A collective sigh of relief.

"May I greet you, Omega?" Sorn looked at Tankhun expectantly, but in no way intrusively.

"I give you permission." Tankhuns answer is clear. 

The Alpha rubs his own wrist first against the wrist of the larger Omega, then against the side of his neck.

"It's good to see you, beautiful one."

Then the tension noticeably eases. Sorn makes fresh tea and serves it to the Omegas on incredibly beautiful dishes. They nibble on biscuits. They talk. They laugh.

Jun stands up and stretches. "What would you like to do? If we want to explore the area a bit more, we should do it before nightfall. Or would you perhaps prefer a hot bath?"

Tankhun sighs softly. "A bath sounds wonderful." His muscles feel a little stiff from the drive.

"I'll have a look around outside." Sorn searches for his shoes, which had slipped under the sofa when he took them off earlier.

Tankhun looks at Jun. The brown haired Omega smiles and nods. 

"Stay Alpha." Tankhun stands up. "Please."

Now Sorn's eyes shift uncertainly to his husband. He clasps his hands behind his back and traces invisible semicircles on the smooth wooden floor with his right foot.

Jun smiles. "We've brought our swimwear. I think there's also a whirlpool function in the bathtub."

Tankhun slowly walks towards Sorn and lifts his chin with two fingers.

"Alpha, I make my own decisions. I'm not weak, and I'm not fragile. It speaks volumes about you that you try so hard, and I thank you for that. But there will be times when mistakes are made. Actions that frighten me, or words that hurt me unintentionally. But that's okay. It's not my fault. It's not your fault. I'll talk about it, and then we'll find a way forward together. Trust me, Alpha. Because I am trusting you."

Sorn starts to say something, but Tankhun puts a finger to his lips. "Shh, it's okay. You don't have to answer. Not now. Take your time."

The main bathroom, connected to the larger of the two bedrooms, is spacious. Colorful natural stone, a double vanity, the toilet behind a half-height partition, and a very large rectangular bathtub against the wall furthest from the door. Directly behind it is another large picture window.

Jun has already changed into his swim trunks and is fiddling with the small remote control that operates the lights. Suddenly, there's a soft hum, and the picture window behind the bathtub slides open. Jun squeals with delight.

"Sorn, look at this. How brilliant! There's a little balcony here."

Darkness has fallen faster than expected, and a warm breeze sets the mosquito net in motion, which was just moments ago hidden by the windowpane. The forest also seems louder than it did in daylight.

Sorn twists and turns in front of the large mirror, adjusting his black swim trunks. Jun wraps his arms around him from behind.

"You look good, Alpha. Relax. Tankhun will think the same, I'm sure of it."

The Alpha tilts his head thoughtfully and squints. "I don't want to disappoint him." He tenses his abdominal muscles, exhales, and relaxes them again.

Jun traces the outline of Sorn's stomach with his finger. "You don't have to hide." He gently nudges Sorn's nose. "I've never seen you like this."

Sorn smiles, a little embarrassed.

Jun scurries through the bathroom, producing candles of various sizes from the low cabinets and scattering them on every available surface before lighting them with a match. Then he turns on the bathtub faucet. Water trickles out, and the tub slowly fills.

Steam rises and mingles with the humid heat streaming in from outside. Sorn sits on the edge of the bathtub and watches Jun check the water temperature.

"That looks wonderful."

They turn around, a bit startled.

The bathroom door slid silently open, revealing Tankhun wrapped in a long bathrobe. His bare feet make a soft rustling sound on the stone floor.

"I wanted to leave the choice of bath additive up to you." Jun straightens up and gestures to the various containers and bottles.

"Do you have that eucalyptus scent they use in the living room? I found it very pleasant."

Tankhun unties the drawstring of his bathrobe. Jun picks up several bottles, studies the labels, and sniffs before pouring a slightly greenish tincture into the bathwater. It foams almost immediately.

Tankhun lets the bathrobe slip off his shoulders. Pale skin is revealed.

Sorn didn't want to stare, he had firmly resolved to do so, but somehow he couldn't tear his gaze away. Tankhun is attractive. Tall, with smooth skin, long limbs, a narrow waist, and yet his body looked lean, toned, even if no prominent muscles were visible. But that wasn't what held the Alpha captive. It's the scars.

Some small, rather inconspicuous. Faded. But on his right side, they extend down his side, red and swollen. They disappear beneath Tankhun's blue swimming trunks before reappearing on his thigh. Here they extend to the inside of the tigh.

Sorn lowers his gaze.

Tankhun chuckles softly. "It's okay if they scare you, Alpha. I'm used to it."

"You're beautiful," Sorn stammers, afraid the Omega will misunderstand. He doesn't want to distract from what the sight of the scars triggered in him with this statement, but the Omega truly is beautiful.

But Tankhun winks at him. "I know, Alpha, I know."

He hangs the bathrobe on a hook, sits down next to Sorn on the edge of the bathtub and swings his legs over it.

“Wonderful,” sighs Tankhun as he lets himself sink into the warm water. Water splashes against the stone walls.

"Come on, Alpha. Sit behind him. You make a wonderful backrest." Jun also dips his feet into the water.

The Omega, already in the water, looks at him invitingly, so Sorn takes a deep breath and slides into the water behind him. Tankhun finds his place between the Alpha's legs and looks over his shoulder.

"Is that okay?"

Sorn nods. "Everything's fine."

"You can touch them if you want. They're not sensitive anymore. I sometimes only react because I remember how they used to feel." Tankhun takes some foam in his palms and blows on it. Tiny, iridescent white flakes float through the air.

Sorn very gently touches the scars on Tankhun's side with his fingertips. They feel a little hard, not as soft and supple as the skin next to them. He gently strokes over the tissue.

"That was a knife with a saw blade." The Omega's voice was completely matter-of-fact. "When I managed to free myself, I slit the guy's throat. Just a little. I only scratched the carotid artery. The blood trickled out. It took a long time for him to bleed to death."

Tankhun sighs. His fingers search through the water.

"Dear!" Jun cups Tankhun’s face in both hands. “Are you with me?”

The Omega blinks in the candlelight, then a small shiver runs through his body. “I’m sorry.” He looks at Sorn. “Are you good at massaging shoulders?”

Jun rests his forehead against Tankhun's and looks deeply into his eyes, but they appear alert and clear. Jun sighs, then smiles. "He's the best, and I say that with my experience as a trained massage and physical therapist."

"Very good." Tankhun leans back. "Prove it to me, Alpha."

Chapter Text

Wrapped in a unfamiliar bathrobe, Macau sits cross-legged in front of his open suitcase and lets himself sink against the foot of the huge bed. His face is bright red and he would love to immediately disintegrate the note he found between his underwear into its individual atoms. He had innocently glued it to a brown paper bag, carefully folded it, and when he opened it, Macau suspected nothing evil. Until he finally glanced inside. Macau exhaled loudly.

"Please, please, I want to run around dead right now. This can't be happening," he wailed, burying his face in his hands.

"What's wrong?" Porchay comes out of the bathroom and squats down next to Macau. His hair is still slightly damp and he smells of expensive shower gel.

"This!" Accusingly, he holds out the note and the paper bag to Omega. "Goddess, I'm dying of embarrassment."

Porchay unfolds the note. "Take care, puppy," it reads in Pete's slightly crooked handwriting. He opens the paper bag and bursts out laughing.

The contents of the bag can be summarized as follows: condoms, two bottles of lubricant, and a packet of healing ointment.

"Stop laughing right now. This is absolutely terrible. I can never look them in the eye again. I'm traumatized forever." Macau shakes his head.

"I think it takes more than that, my sweet Alpha." Porchay hugs Macau and pulls him close. He gently kisses the back of his neck. "I love it when you blush like this."

Macau grumbles a little and buries his head on Porchay's shoulder. His scent takes on a sweet note, which lures Kim into the bedroom. He had just put away the leftovers of their dinner in the refrigerator when the aroma wafted up to him. The Alpha watches the scene in front of the bed with amusement. "Can I help you?"

Porchay looks up. "Our little one here is mortified." He shows Kim the paper bag. "I, on the other hand, think it's a wonderful opportunity to talk about what we have planned for tonight."

Macau pulls away from Porchay's hug, throws himself onto the mattress, grabs a pillow, and holds it over his head. He can feel his face glowing like a sparkler. Strong hands encircle his waist, and he's pulled onto Kim's lap. The Alpha looks at him affectionately. "Hey, my little darling, you don't have to be so ashamed." He strokes Macau's dark hair. "Have you started to have doubts? I told you absolutely nothing has to happen, and I mean it."

This draws Macau out of his hiding place, and he shakes his head vigorously. "No!"

Kim smiles. "Then you'll just have to endure it for the next few minutes." He nudges the tip of Macau's nose.

"Do we really have to?" Macau asks, lowering his gaze.

“We have to,” Porchay replies firmly. “There’s far too little talk about sex, and I don’t want us to inadvertently do something you’re not ready for.” The Omega has sat down on the bed next to Kim and Macau. The sheets rustle softly. “Let me summarize what we discussed at home.” He clears his throat. “We’ve agreed that you, Macau, would like to try penetrative anal sex for the first time today. We’ve seen each other’s STI tests. Our safe word is set. You’re open to dominant behavior and toys, but you also want to be surprised and let yourself go. No restraints and no blindfolds. Right?”

“That sounds unsexy when you put it like that. But yes.” Macau grimaces.

“Communication isn’t unsexy.” Porchay kisses the young Alpha on the forehead.

“Shall we start right now?” Macau’s eyes widen.

“Let yourself be surprised.”

In the large living room, the window front was pushed open and suddenly it sounds as if the house is no longer just in the forest but a part of it, although mosquito nets still form a wafer-thin barrier between the inside and the world outside. Animals emit their different sounds, wood crackles, leaves rustle, the wind passes through the high treetops and plays its very own song up there. The night feels different here. Lebendiger and Macau is certain that he has never seen darkness so black. Candles were lit, bathing the sofa in a soft light and making shadows dance on the walls in rhythm with the flickering flames.

Macau slowly sits down on the sofa. His fingers reach for one of the blankets, because although he isn't actually cold, he is shivering a little. The fine hairs on his arms stood on end. After cuddling on the bed for a while, Porchay and Kim had prescribed a long, relaxing bath for him and disappeared. Macau had planned to shower before his discovery anyway, but now the hot water couldn't really relax him, even though he'd tried his best to enjoy the heat and the bubbles. He'd almost slipped and hit his chin on the edge of the bathtub while contorting himself to get really, really clean.

His hands nervously run over the fabric of the dark green silk pajamas he'd never worn before. He'd felt a little embarrassed when he'd thrown them in his suitcase at home, but he didn't want to show up in front of his Alpha and Omega in baggy boxer shorts and faded band t-shirts. Not today.

Calm down, Macau tells himself silently. It's just sex. Just sex. No big deal, and Macau almost laughs at his own lie. He loves what Kim and Porchay have made him feel these past few months. They've had sex. So should this really make him so nervous? Maybe because it feels so different. New, exciting. A bit like standing on a diving board for the first time, looking down into the blue water, which seems so much farther away from the board than it ever did from the bottom. And everyone is watching, and maybe they think he won't dare to jump. Others are cheering him on. His hands are sweaty, and Macau rubs them against his soft pants.

Porchay stands in the shadow of the small hallway leading to the bathrooms and the bedroom, watching the young Alpha on the sofa. For a moment, he feels the urge to simply take him in his arms and hug him tightly until he forgets all his nervousness, but they were going to play. So the Omega will play.

The black negligee caresses his curves in all the right places, and the lacy panties beneath leave almost nothing to the imagination. Slowly, like a lioness on the prowl, crouching in the tall grass of the savanna, Porchay stalks Macau.

"What do we have here?" The Omega purrs softly and smirks as he sees Macau startle. "Didn't you learn that it can be dangerous for a young Alpha to roam unfamiliar territory? Or did you get lost, little pup?"

Macau's mouth moves, but he cannot utter a word. His eyes are glued to Porchay. Omega elegantly lowers himself next to Alpha and strokes the tip of his index finger from Macau's sternum to his navel. The Alpha hisses softly.

"The goddess must have blessed you with good fortune on your journey when she let me find you. It's unthinkable what would have happened if it had been anyone else. The night here can be dangerous. You never know what lurks in the darkness." Porchay approaches Macau's neck and slowly licks downwards from his earlobe.

He smiles. "Especially when someone smells and tastes as sweet as you. Oh, don't be afraid, my little one. You're safe with me."

Porchay runs the knuckle of his index finger across Macau's flushed cheek. The Alpha shivers slightly. "Are you cold, little one? Come here, I'll warm you." Porchay opens his arms invitingly and sinks back into the pillows. Macau follows him like a moth to a flame and gently rests his head against Porchay's chest. The Omega feels the excited, warm breath through the black lace on his skin. Lazily, he lets his fingers wander through the dark curls, gently massaging the back of his neck and stroking the top of Macau's head. The Alpha's breaths gradually become calmer, and Porchay watches as his eyelids droop. "That's good, little one. I'll hold you."

Macau lets out a sweet little whimper and presses himself closer to Porchay. Almost instinctively, his mouth moves from Porchay's collarbone to his nipple, enclosing the pink bud beneath the thin fabric. He gently suckles at the Omega's chest. Porchay stifles a groan and strokes the dark hair a little more firmly. "Looks like I really have found a pup. How cute."

Sharp teeth dig into his soft skin and Porchay clicks his tongue in annoyance. He grasps Macau's neck and pulls him upward. "Now, now, now, not so greedy. Puppies don't bite."

The alpha's eyes are dark, and he lets out a low growl.

Porchay smiles, amused. "Not a pup after all? The little alpha wants to prove to me that he's perfectly capable of satisfying an omega." His hand slips under the waistband of Macau's trousers and firmly grasps his already erect penis, which stretches out towards him with interest. Porchay gives a few deliberate pumps and watches with satisfaction as a shiver runs through Macau, and he narrows his eyes. His fingertip strokes the alpha's tip. "With you already so wet, I doubt you'll be able to satisfy me. What a shame."

Another whimper, this time louder, and the Alpha's hands clumsily tug at the black lace covering Porchay's pale skin. "Oh, little one. We'll find something to do with your little cock, but first, let's remember how to behave." The Omega gently grasps Macau's wrists and uses the situation to turn Macau onto his back and kneels over him.

“That’s better. We don’t want you to do anything stupid. There could be consequences you won’t like.” Porchay smiles and continues playing with the Alpha’s penis. Sometimes gently, sometimes more firmly, he rubs the sensitive organ up and down, moving his wrist at an angle that makes Macau groan loudly. His nose curls in an incredibly cute way and he pants slightly.

A deep growl comes from the darkness, and Macau flinches noticeably.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Porchay kisses the Alpha’s forehead, then turns his head back. "You're late. One might think you're becoming careless. No longer protecting what's yours and defending your ownership. It could have been anyone, not just a little pup." Another growl. "Or were you watching us, Alpha? Did it excite you to see me playing here with this little treasure?" Porchay smiles towards the shadows. "I think I'll be generous today and share my spoils. Because it's you."

The dark-haired Alpha, who had been lurking in the shadows until just moments ago, now steps into the candlelight. His muscular chest is bare, and he wears only black trousers that sit low on his hips.

Macau turns his head to the side. His eyes widen, and his nostrils flare.

"Shh, little pup. This is my Alpha. He'll keep us company for a bit." Porchay strokes Macau's chest. "He smells good, doesn't he? It would feel good if he held you while I play with you. Just what sweet puppies like you need. Relax."

The Omega puts Macau's arms around his neck and straightens up so that Kim can slip behind them. Macau trembles as he sinks against the strong chest. The larger Alpha nibbles gently at his neck. "Hello, little one, you smell irresistible." Kim's voice is deep.

“We should unwrap the puppy a little. I like to play with my prey without any bothersome fabric.” Porchay has Macau lift his hips and frees him from his trousers while Kim unbuttons the thin top of his pajamas and turns his attention to the small nipples.

Porchay slides lower until his face hovers over Macau's hard cock. Here, he inhales the young Alpha's scent intensely and sucks in the air with relish. He grins and blows lightly on the moist, glistening tip. Macau lets out a sweet whimper, his toes curling. The Omega lovingly scratches the sensitive skin of Macau's inner thighs, causing the Alpha to spread his legs. Good boy. Kim reaches under Macau's knees, preventing him from escaping the Omega's touch.

Porchay runs his nose through the curly hair covering Macau and nudges his cock. He looks up and sees that Macau's eyes are squeezed shut. He finds Kim's gaze, whose pupils are now also dilated, but Kim still holds the young Alpha firmly in his grip.

"Little one. Eyes on me!" Porchay commands, and Macau's eyelids open, trembling. "Very good, good boy. Look at me and see what I'm going to do with this sweet cock."

Without another word, the Omega takes the hot cock completely inside him, letting it sink deep into his throat, and pauses for a moment. A small scream sounds, and only now does Porchay slowly move his head up and down. He plays with the pressure of his lips and his cheek muscles. Macau whimpers, his legs trembling, his breath coming in gasps. Porchay feels the flat stomach tense and relax with each breath beneath his hands, and he gently strokes it. Then he lets Macau's cock slide from his mouth and nibbles only on the sensitive tip. Teeth and tongue join in, driving the young Alpha wild. Porchay is in complete control of his game, and he revels in the way the cock twitches in his mouth as he takes it back into the warm cavern more generously.

Only when he realizes that Macau is about to cum, as he tenses and as the sounds coming from his lips become increasingly urgent, Porchay withdraws.

Omega licks his lips, which are now also glistening. "Delicious." Playfully, he lets his index finger wander lower and strokes Macau's cleft. "What a sweet ass." He kneads the two firm buttocks before turning his attention back to the secret place between them. His fingers circle Macau's entrance, coaxing out a little more moisture, which slowly seeps from the small pink opening.

Very carefully, he lets his fingertip wander into the warm tightness and feels Macau tighten around him.

Porchay purrs. "Alpha, this little treasure is hot and tight. You'll like it." Kim groans approvingly. The words and sound make Macau moan hoarsely. "Oh, I know, you crave a big alpha cock that will fuck you until you see stars pup. But we have to prepare you for that, little one."

The finger slides deeper, exploring the tightness. It caresses the velvety walls, creating space so that soon two more fingers can join it, slowly sliding in and out of Macau, stretching him and spreading his moisture.

Porchay deliberately avoids the young alpha's sweet spot and withdraws his fingers as Macau feels warm and yielding.

The omega reaches out and picks up something Kim had placed on the low side table earlier. He puts it beside him and opens the bottle that had been lying next to it. Slowly, he lets the clear lubricant drip onto his fingers. "Sweet pup. This is going to be a little cold. Don't be alarmed." Porchay squeezes lubricant directly from the bottle onto Macau's entrance. His anus twitches and the little Alpha whimpers.

Kim strokes his thighs soothingly. "You're doing wonderfully," the alpha whispers in Macau's ear.

A soft hum fills the air as Porchay switches on the slender silicone vibrator and gently presses it against Macau's entrance. He feels the vibration in his hand. Macau's eyes widen.

"Shh, don't be afraid." Porchay lifts the vibrator and holds it in Macau's field of vision. "It's narrow. You'll easily take this little toy inside you, wet as you are. I've stretched you well. Trust me."

Macau's fingers find Kim's hand, and the Alpha squeezes it reassuringly as Porchay slowly lowers the vibrator into the small Alpha. First the muscle ring tenses up, but then Macau relaxes and the toy makes its way deep inside him. The sight makes Porchay's own center throb, and he slowly moves the vibrator in and out.

Porchay probes forward until his movements finally quicken, and Macau cries out. "There we have it, my sweet Alpha. This feels good. Your sweet spot is just waiting to be fucked by me." Macau pants, writhing in Kim's arms. Sweat trickles down his temples, but the Omega is relentless. He deliberately and repeatedly tortures Macau's prostate until tears well up in his dark eyes. His cock is engorged and angrily red, but Porchay skillfully prevents the Alpha's orgasm by squeezing it at the base. The sweet torture continues.

“No, no, no. I can’t take it anymore.” Macau screams.

“You can, my sweet thing, you can.” Porchay smiles and turns the vibration up to full power.

“No, Alpha, help!” Macau’s voice becomes shrill and his head falls back.

Kim signals to Porchay, who stops the toy's buzzing and its movements. Kim brushes sweaty strands of hair from Macau's forehead.

"Alpha," Macau whimpers helplessly. His body is limp, but his breathing sounds labored.

"It's okay, my little darling. I'm here. Shh. Stay calm." Kim places a hand on Macau's chest, letting the young Alpha feel the resistance. "Slowly. Very slowly. Just catch your breath, little one." But Macau is still panting.

Porchay braces himself with his hands and covers Macau's mouth with his own, interrupting the airflow for a few seconds. The young Alpha stiffens, ready to gasp for air, but Porchay keeps his mouth closed for a moment longer. "Slowly, darling. You're getting enough air. Inhale to 4 and exhale to 6. We don't want you to pass out. That's good."

The Omega slowly and steadily counts the seconds until Macau has adapted to his rhythm.

Kim strokes Macau's flat belly. "Are you okay, puppy? What color are you?" he asks calmly, inwardly ready to stop everything. Macau's hyperventilation in response to the vibrator stimulation and edging had worried him, even though he'd tried to hide it from the young alpha as much as possible.

"Green." Macau swallows to moisten his dry throat, and a straw is placed between his lips. He takes a few deep gulps before the water is put away.

"Very good. Our little treasure is very sensitive." Very slowly, Porchay removes the vibrator from the alpha, provoking another high-pitched whimper. "Shhh, sweet one. We'll take a little break from that now; I didn't like your rapid breathing at all."

Sweating, Macau lies on top of Kim, letting him caress his hair.

A plastic wrapper is ripped open, and Macau is surprised to find Porchay rolling a condom onto him. The Omega smiles. "Let's take some of the tension out of it. You deserve to come."

Porchay can't stand the consistency of semen in his mouth, so he now routinely uses condoms when he wants to bring his two Alphas to climax with his tongue. It's something Porchay and Kim had to figure out for themselves, as other attempts had actually disgusted the Omega, and something Macau accepts without question.

Macau reaches for Kim as Porchay takes his tip into his mouth again and teases it with his tongue. Without rushing, the Omega elicits soft sighs, sweet sounds, and a moan from the Alpha as he finally ejaculates, and Porchay pumps him through his orgasm with his hands.

He must have dozed off briefly, because when he opened his eyes, Macau is lying naked on the soft sheets in the bedroom. Something warm and wet touches his groin, and he lifts his head to see what is going on.

Kim, now also completely naked, which makes Macau's mouth form a small "O," is cleaning the other Alpha with a washcloth. Kim's black hair fallsloosely over his shoulders, making him even more alluring to Macau. He has a weakness for the Alpha looking so carefree and a little daring. Kim knows this, and Macau huffs softly. I see what you´re doing there Alpha. Kim smiles as if he understands what Macau had just thought.

"Did you sleep well?" Porchay sits on the edge of the bed and catches Macau's lips for a quick kiss, which Macau gladly accepts. His Omega tastes so good. Porchay smiles into the kiss and gently bites Macau's lower lip when he got a little too carried away.

Panting, Macau pulls away. "How long did I sleep?" Great, now he's blushing again. He really wouldn't mind if he could just stop doing that.

Kim shakes his head. "Only a quarter of an hour, and it was no problem carrying you to the bedroom."

Macau grumbles and buries his head in the pillow, imagining what that must have looked like. Kim's back and arm muscles must have been amazing to look at, and he missed it.

The Alpha puts the washcloth aside and pulls Macau into his arms. "Are you tired, or would you like to play a little longer? I might have some plans." Kim's eyes are hungry, and Macau senses himself nodding vigorously. Yes, please. Do anything you want to me.

“But play it gentle, Alpha. That was already tiring enough for our sweet Alpha sub.” Porchay pinches Kim affectionately on the back of the neck.

“I’m always gentle,” protests the Alpha, but he smirks. “Just let me do it.”

"Look how good our Omega looks." Kim gently nibbles on Macau's earlobe while his right hand plays with the young Alpha's reawakened penis. Macau moans. What else is he supposed to do at the sight of this? Help.

Porchay lies on his back with one arm folded contentedly behind his head while he rubs his clitoris with the fingers of his other hand and gently inserting them into his vagina again and again. He fixes his dark eyes on Macau. "What do you think, Alpha? Is our little treasure hard enough to satisfy me?

"I think so, he's an eager little thing." Kim pumps Macau's cock as if he really wants to test whether it's ready for the Omega.

Macau can't suppress another moan. It excites him immensely when the two of them talk about him like this, even though it should be embarrassing. Or shouldn't it?

Kim grips Macau's cock tightly and guides it between Porchay's legs. Macau whimpers. "Just let me do it, little Alpha," the Alpha whispers hotly, guiding Macau's throbbing cock to Porchay's entrance. Moisture touches its tip, and Porchay smiles.

The Omega spreads his legs a little wider and receives Macau in his arms. Teasingly, he kisses his temple and pulls him close. "Hello, darling."

Then he takes Macau deep inside him, encircling him warmly and tightly.

A small cry escapes Macau. The Alpha doesn't know what's happening to him. This tightness is so hot and fits his cock so perfectly. It feels intoxicating, and involuntarily, his pelvis jerks forward. He wants to sink into the Omega, bury himself inside him, and never let go, but strong hands dig into his hips.

"Not so fast, my little one. Let me show you how to properly fuck our Omega." Kims voice drips like honey into the young Alphas mind. 

Macau pants. The heat is unbearable.

"Patience, just patience, sweetheart." Porchay kisses him and holds Macau a little tighter.

Macau focuses on his breathing and squeezes his eyes shut as he feels Kim's fingers on his buttocks. The fingers quickly penetrate him, finding their place. He is stimulated, teased, and stretched. Macau feels that his penis is getting even harder and that his blood should be staying in his brain. He feels a little dizzy.

As pleasure surges through him like lightning, seemingly activating every cell in his body, he groans.

"There we have it," Kim whispers darkly. "You welcome me as wet as you are. Like the sweet alpha sub that you are." The Alpha presses his lips to Macau's shoulders and kisses his way along his shoulder blade.

Macau lazily turns his head and meets Kim, who looks at him tenderly.

"If you're ready, I'll penetrate you. I'll be very careful and slow, and you can stop me at any time. This isn't a competition. There's no medal if you manage to get me to penetrate you anally. Anything is possible, nothing is mandatory. It's about your pleasure."

Macau sighs and nods. "Do it, Alpha. Please."

Porchay is circling his own pelvis, distracting Macau a little from what's going on. A pillow is placed under Macau's hip to make it easier for him to stay on his knees. He feels cold lubricant, fingers, and then…Kim.

The Alpha slowly but surely makes his way into Macau. First the head of his penis, then inch by inch of his shaft. It stings a little, but somehow Macau's body seems to yield. As if he knows exactly what to do.

"You're doing so well. Shh." Porchay kisses him, gently teasing his tongue. "Can you feel it? Our Alpha is completely inside you." Macau trembles. "I know exactly how it feels to be filled like this, calm down, my little Alpha. Are you in pain?"

Macau shakes his head. "No," he whispers. "It feels strange, but..." He moans as Kim gently moves his hips, stimulating him both inside and out simultaneously, the movement inevitably pushing Macau's cock into Porchay's hot tightness. "Good." Macau's voice is high, breaking at the end of the word.

“Very good,” Kim purrs. “Let yourself go, I’m here.”

And very slowly, as if on a wave under Kim’s control, Macau allows himself to be rocked by this pleasure. Between his Alpha and his Omega. Safe.