A Year and a Half LaterThe small, dimly lit chapel was full of candles and white flowers, the scent of which wrapped pleasantly around everyone present. All those invited had been asked to wear white, just like the special day's two main characters and their sons did. It was an event of happiness, miracles, joy and celebration, after all.Most weddings begin with a bride walking towards an altar where a groom awaits. This one started with two walking towards each other from the opposite sides of the room and meeting at the middle. Their guests gathered around them to form a protective circle.Sebestian' friend, Damon, smiled brightly. Palpably happy for the couple. "We've gathered here today to witness the renewal of beyond special vows. Rose and Sebestian have elected to speak their words together." Considering how uncomfortable the dancer was with his occasional stuttering, that felt like the best possible option.Both their hands joined together, Rose and Sebestian drew strength a
While most people imagined that he could have anything for himself there were great many things Sebestian resigned himself to never having. A marriage, let alone a happy and loving one, was near the top of that long list. On most days he looked at Rose and wondered if the young woman was real. Even a little over two years after their wedding day.Life... It wasn't perfect. But it was so very good, better than it'd ever been, that Sebestian wrestled with the fear of something going wrong constantly. Losing Rose was the greatest of all his fears and his head was frustratingly creative when it came to inventing ways that could happen. (It was an unfortunate truth that mortals... They were fragile and fleeting. Time, illness or injury might steal Rose. Perhaps the Omega would end up getting fed up with him or resenting him as years went on, when he stopped being new and charming, and became too much to handle instead. That'd certainly happened before. Rose might find someone more deservin
Sebestian was one of the continent's most powerful. Perhaps one of the most powerful Alpha in the whole world. Over the course of year's his scent had helped as well as killed countless of people.Yet now, with Rose in a dire need of his help... His incredible power – as the Omega herself called it once – seemed practically useless.Sebestian attempted to find out what was wrong with Rose. Perhaps he and Allen had missed something earlier. Sometimes dark scent and curses could be devious, difficult to notice even for someone powerful and experienced. Yet there was nothing.Then Sebestian worked his hardest to make his wife feel more comfortable, because Rose was clearly in pain. His trembling hand placed on top of the other's wildly beating heart and glowing seemed to be of some comfort for a moment. At least the seizures stopped. But Sebestian could sense in some indescribable manner that Rose was slipping away from him.Considering his state of mind, it wasn't a surprise that a gent
Sebestian had been hurt countless of times over the course of his (too) long life. More often and by more people than he cared to count. Few things, if anything, had hurt him as much as what Agatha revealed.Rose had been searching for a way to become like. Because of their stupid, ridiculous fight the woman took a huge risk and went to sleep beside him as though nothing had changed. And now..."I should kill you", Sebestian hissed.Agatha snorted. "Burn me... where I stand? Spare me, you're... too soft for that." (If only she knew of his stepfather...) "Besides, would it bring... your little Omega... back? I didn't force her... to do anything."Rose always took responsibility for the woman's decisions, stood behind them for better or for worse. Took responsibility for the decisions of others, too. Sebestian knew, as much as his blood boiled, that his wife wouldn't have wanted anyone to be harmed over the Omega's choice. So, with utmost reluctance, he commanded his magic to let go. (A
Sebestian woke up slowly and with effort. He felt so peaceful that he came close to drifting to sleep again. Until he sensed someone shuddering against him, along with anxiety that certainly wasn't his own.Using all his stubbornness, Sebestian opened his eyes. To find that Rose was waking up beside him. The sight – such he feared he might never get to witness again – filled Sebestian battered and bruised heart with joy. But he was also deeply worried. Because the anxiety he caught a hint of before grew far clearer. When Rose's eyes opened, they were haunted.A chill went down Sebestian spine. "Rose? Are you alright?"Rose's chuckle had more than a touch of hysteria to it. The man appeared terrified. "I'm... I have no idea. My head... It feels like it's going to..." The Omega made a gesture symbolizing an explosion with one hand.Sebestian would've wanted to use his scent to help Rose but felt so... off balance that he didn't dare to. "My head hurts, too. Maybe we should get some more
Side story (Alexander and Rose oldest son Ray)Alex wanted to wipe the stupid smirk off Ray's face. He settled for forcefully stuffing the crumpled notebook paper balled in his tiny right fist into the jock's mouth before stomping around the spluttering other, face flushed heatedly. "The answer is no!" Alex threw over his shoulder sassily before scurrying down the rest of the hall, leaving Ray behind who was taking his damp saliva crinkly paper out of the cavern of his mouth. "Fucking Alex." But there was only amusement laced in Ray's tone as he unfolded his paper, he'd wrote his little message down on for Alex, his handwriting only slightly damaged from all its past abuse. Ray scoffs when he sees a little mad face drawn in Alex's small, neat handwriting underneath his kindergarten message and leans against a locker just as a boy with a heavy looking book bag weighing his back down was about to open. He squeaks in despair when Ray's heavy body went lazily slack against the rusty sur
Class ended shortly after and Alex walked out of the room, phone out in his hand. He was in the middle of reading a text Ken had sent him as he walked down the hall to his locker when someone grabbed his shoulder and yanked him around. "Hey!" Alex glared up at Ray once he was facing him and tugged himself free. "You can't go around grabbing people, asshole!" he snapped his gum irritably.Ray was unperturbed, eyes dark. He crowded into Alex who began to flush and tried to shuffle back. Ray stilled him by gripping his hips and cocked his head down closer to Alex's level. "You've got jokes, Alex." Ray casually waved the crushed pack of gum in Alex's face before tugging said boy closer. Alex froze when he felt Ray's hand spread over the back of his ass, dip into his pocket, and drop the packet there. Ray gave it a pat when he was done before resting both hands-on Alex's cheeks. "Now, I want my piece."Before Alex could protest, Ray leaned down, tipped Alex's face up, and captured his lips
"Fuck."He ended up in the library (ironically the place where this chasing game with Ray began) which was on the third floor which meant the safest distance from the cafeteria since that was on the lowest level. Alex felt the stares but avoided eye contact knowing well he looked a panting mess from taking the stairs two and three at a time in haste to get away from Ray. Fucking Alex, God. Ever since the 'incident' Alex's mind refused to get rid of the memory no matter how hard he shoved it down. He tried to forget the sensation of Ray's mouth on his, yet his lips still tingled from Ray's tongue. He tried to stop thinking about how physically good it felt to be pressed against Ray's firm body like two puzzle pieces, tried to erase the feel of those large hands holding him tight but his body had a mind of its own and ached to be held again, touched again.It was maddening.From the start, Ray made it blatantly clear he wanted in his pants and Alex would not bend over so damn easily. Th
Ray, who was being forced against his will to finish a school assignment by Alex, whined petulantly, "Can't I take a break already?" but was ignored. Ken watched his best friend walk off with raised eyebrows."Where are you going?""Getting something to drink.""And you didn't offer Ray anything?" Ken paused, waiting for a reply from Alex but received none so assumed he was being ignored now, and in his own house no less. "Rude. Rie, sweetie, I'm so sorry, you can take a break and go help yourself to anything in there. Boss will be fine.""Don't let him hear you." Alex chuckled as he stood up and stretched. It's been almost a month now since he's started hanging out with Ray together with Alex, and already the friendship that budded between them was fully bloomed thanks to their shared interests and the connecting link they cared for, Alex. "What are you drinking?""Cider.""You have cinnamon?" Ray asked and walked over to his bag. He leafed through it and pulled something out that Ken
"Wow, I'd bang you."Alex spluttered indignantly before slamming the door shut on Ray's face. "How's this for a bang."Ken tutted, bumped Alex aside with a sassy hip and opened his front door again which swung open revealing Ray who stood on the cozy 'Welcome' rug wearing a breezy smirk. Alex wanted to wipe it off with his lips. Of course, he didn't admit this to himself though. The jock was a mouthwatering meal in skintight black jeans that hugged every muscle dipped crevice in his thighs and the length of his legs. The black shirt he wore, tucked in his pants and secured by the simple black belt cinched around his trim waist, left little to no room, the fabric glued snug to Ray's broad chest like second layer. He donned a leather jacket, the collars flipped up neat around his neck and collaborated well with the black Timbs that completed his look. Try as he may, discreetly as possible (what's discreet, Ken was openly judging him), Alex couldn't stop himself from ogling even he wante
The shuddering relief Alex felt ooze into his body was enough to get him to stumble back onto his feet and poke his head around the shelf. Ray stood in the center with his head facing one side of the room as he searched for Alex."Ray." Alex called out, voice soft and broken. The way Ray snapped his head forward so fast, the jolt of comfort that rushed through Alex when familiar dark eyes locked on him and the long, quick strides Ray closed Ray." Alex called out, voice soft and broken. The way Ray snapped his head forward so fast, the jolt of comfort that rushed through Alex when familiar dark eyes locked on him and the long, quick strides Ray closed their distance with, eased the frantic nerves Alex had been panicking with."You idiot." Ray whispered angrily though his tone washed in relief. He cupped Alex's cheeks and gently swiped his thumbs beneath Alex's eyes, collecting stray tears. "What the fuck are you doing? They announced the warning lockdown, what were you thinking?""I di
"Fuck."He ended up in the library (ironically the place where this chasing game with Ray began) which was on the third floor which meant the safest distance from the cafeteria since that was on the lowest level. Alex felt the stares but avoided eye contact knowing well he looked a panting mess from taking the stairs two and three at a time in haste to get away from Ray. Fucking Alex, God. Ever since the 'incident' Alex's mind refused to get rid of the memory no matter how hard he shoved it down. He tried to forget the sensation of Ray's mouth on his, yet his lips still tingled from Ray's tongue. He tried to stop thinking about how physically good it felt to be pressed against Ray's firm body like two puzzle pieces, tried to erase the feel of those large hands holding him tight but his body had a mind of its own and ached to be held again, touched again.It was maddening.From the start, Ray made it blatantly clear he wanted in his pants and Alex would not bend over so damn easily. Th
Class ended shortly after and Alex walked out of the room, phone out in his hand. He was in the middle of reading a text Ken had sent him as he walked down the hall to his locker when someone grabbed his shoulder and yanked him around. "Hey!" Alex glared up at Ray once he was facing him and tugged himself free. "You can't go around grabbing people, asshole!" he snapped his gum irritably.Ray was unperturbed, eyes dark. He crowded into Alex who began to flush and tried to shuffle back. Ray stilled him by gripping his hips and cocked his head down closer to Alex's level. "You've got jokes, Alex." Ray casually waved the crushed pack of gum in Alex's face before tugging said boy closer. Alex froze when he felt Ray's hand spread over the back of his ass, dip into his pocket, and drop the packet there. Ray gave it a pat when he was done before resting both hands-on Alex's cheeks. "Now, I want my piece."Before Alex could protest, Ray leaned down, tipped Alex's face up, and captured his lips
Side story (Alexander and Rose oldest son Ray)Alex wanted to wipe the stupid smirk off Ray's face. He settled for forcefully stuffing the crumpled notebook paper balled in his tiny right fist into the jock's mouth before stomping around the spluttering other, face flushed heatedly. "The answer is no!" Alex threw over his shoulder sassily before scurrying down the rest of the hall, leaving Ray behind who was taking his damp saliva crinkly paper out of the cavern of his mouth. "Fucking Alex." But there was only amusement laced in Ray's tone as he unfolded his paper, he'd wrote his little message down on for Alex, his handwriting only slightly damaged from all its past abuse. Ray scoffs when he sees a little mad face drawn in Alex's small, neat handwriting underneath his kindergarten message and leans against a locker just as a boy with a heavy looking book bag weighing his back down was about to open. He squeaks in despair when Ray's heavy body went lazily slack against the rusty sur
Sebestian woke up slowly and with effort. He felt so peaceful that he came close to drifting to sleep again. Until he sensed someone shuddering against him, along with anxiety that certainly wasn't his own.Using all his stubbornness, Sebestian opened his eyes. To find that Rose was waking up beside him. The sight – such he feared he might never get to witness again – filled Sebestian battered and bruised heart with joy. But he was also deeply worried. Because the anxiety he caught a hint of before grew far clearer. When Rose's eyes opened, they were haunted.A chill went down Sebestian spine. "Rose? Are you alright?"Rose's chuckle had more than a touch of hysteria to it. The man appeared terrified. "I'm... I have no idea. My head... It feels like it's going to..." The Omega made a gesture symbolizing an explosion with one hand.Sebestian would've wanted to use his scent to help Rose but felt so... off balance that he didn't dare to. "My head hurts, too. Maybe we should get some more
Sebestian had been hurt countless of times over the course of his (too) long life. More often and by more people than he cared to count. Few things, if anything, had hurt him as much as what Agatha revealed.Rose had been searching for a way to become like. Because of their stupid, ridiculous fight the woman took a huge risk and went to sleep beside him as though nothing had changed. And now..."I should kill you", Sebestian hissed.Agatha snorted. "Burn me... where I stand? Spare me, you're... too soft for that." (If only she knew of his stepfather...) "Besides, would it bring... your little Omega... back? I didn't force her... to do anything."Rose always took responsibility for the woman's decisions, stood behind them for better or for worse. Took responsibility for the decisions of others, too. Sebestian knew, as much as his blood boiled, that his wife wouldn't have wanted anyone to be harmed over the Omega's choice. So, with utmost reluctance, he commanded his magic to let go. (A
Sebestian was one of the continent's most powerful. Perhaps one of the most powerful Alpha in the whole world. Over the course of year's his scent had helped as well as killed countless of people.Yet now, with Rose in a dire need of his help... His incredible power – as the Omega herself called it once – seemed practically useless.Sebestian attempted to find out what was wrong with Rose. Perhaps he and Allen had missed something earlier. Sometimes dark scent and curses could be devious, difficult to notice even for someone powerful and experienced. Yet there was nothing.Then Sebestian worked his hardest to make his wife feel more comfortable, because Rose was clearly in pain. His trembling hand placed on top of the other's wildly beating heart and glowing seemed to be of some comfort for a moment. At least the seizures stopped. But Sebestian could sense in some indescribable manner that Rose was slipping away from him.Considering his state of mind, it wasn't a surprise that a gent