A small smile spreads across my face as I watch Zayn prancing ahead happily. I love the smile he gave us when he turned around to get us to hurry. ‘I would love to wake up to that smile one day’ I thought to myself. I glance over to my right out the corner of my eye to see Azazel looking at his feet as he walks. ‘He looks as though he is lost in thought. I wonder if something is wrong’ I find myself thinking as I slightly walk closer to him, causing our shoulder to bump. He looks up at me, startled, with a light blush across his cheeks. 

 “Did you need something?” He asks me.

“Are you okay?” I ask in return.

He looks back down at his feet, using his hair to hide his face. “I’m fine”, he mumbles, “let’s hurry up and get to lunch before Zayn flips thinking he won’t get food”. He speeds up his pace getting closer to the omega. 

‘I wonder why he is acting so differently all of a sudden’ I think to myself as I watch the two ahead of me. Zayn with his happy little prance, making his nice round ass sway from side to side, and Azazel behind him, with his tall, muscular build. He is bigger than me, but only because I have leaner muscles due to being on the dance line. But both of the men before me are attractive in such different ways. Zayn has a firecracker attitude with a nice ass and the perfect slim waist. While Azazel, though muscular, tall, and often misunderstood by everyone, is really a sweetheart, who knew. 

“Are you coming Xavier?” A sweet voice pulls me from my thoughts.

I look up to see Zayn in front of me. I didn’t realize I had slowed my pace even more when I was in my head. “Come ooooon Xavier! All the good lunch will be goooone!” The omega whined at me. 

I chuckled softly and wrapped my arm around his shoulder, looking up to see Azazel is gone. “Don’t worry Zayn, I’ll make sure you get your yummy food.” 

This made the omega light up like a Christmas tree before hugging my waist. “Let’s go!” He shouted excitedly.

We walk into the cafeteria to see Azazel alone with three plates. One with a sandwich and a bottle of water, but nothing else, which sat in front of him. One had a BLT with extra bacon overflowing on it, with some chips and a water to his left. And the last one had two slices of pizza, a pudding, a bag of chips, and a fruit salad, which sat on the other side of the BLT plate. Zayn and I walk over to the table and look at him.

“Who else is sitting here?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow as he stares at his plate. 

He looks up at me, but only for a moment before looking back his untouched food, “no one else. The BLT is yours and the other plate is Zayn’s.”

I look at him in surprise then look to Zayn, who is staring at him wide eyed. 

“How….how did you know what to get us?” Zayn asked in a low voice, his shock evident.

Azazel shrugged, a blush spreading on his cheeks, “this is what you guys typically get for lunch, is it not? I may have seen the things you guys get in here once or twice. Don’t worry, I’ve already paid for it. Just sit down and eat.” He finally picks up his sandwich and takes a small bite. 

I didn’t say anything further. Sitting down in front of my plate, and gesturing for Zayn to do the same, we sat and ate in silence for most of lunch. That was until Azazel spoke up.

“Zayn, I want to apologize again for how I treated you. I hope you truly forgive me. I have never really had friends, so this is a weird first for me. Also, Xavier, thank you for the talk earlier. I really appreciate it. It opened my eyes a little. Thank you both for accepting me as a friend despite my horrid attitude.” 

Zayn and I stared at him in shock once again. We then look at each other and back at Azazel, who is focused on his empty plate, his shoulder hunched forward in, what I can only guess, embarrassment. Zayn then get up and walks around to sit next to Azazel, wrapping his arms around the large Alpha. He flinched and stayed still, not even daring to breathe because he didn’t want to make a wrong move and scare Zayn. Zayn laid his head on Azazel’s shoulder, his face fairly close to his neck. I looked away with a blush, secretly wishing it was me in either of their positions right now. I would love to have Azazel in my arms or have Zayn with his arms around me. They are both rather attractive. They also both smell really good. Zayn smelt of wild berries and vanilla, while since Azazel is an alpha, he smells of burning wood and chamomile. Both of their sent turns me on so much that I have to try to block them out as much as I can.

“It’s okay big guy. I forgive you. No matter what, it’s in the past now. Let’s move forward.” I hear Zayn whispering to Azazel. 

But Azazel doesn’t say anything, he just nods. Then we hear a soft sniffle, which causes Zayn’s arms to tighten and him to burry his face closer to Azazel’s neck. I come around to the other side of Azazel and engulf them both in my arms, holding them close.

“I’m so sorry,” Azazel repeats softly between quiet sobs. 

“Hey, it’s okay, there’s nothing to worry about,” I say to him as I release a small amount of calming pheromones to try to soothe him. Being that he is a sub alpha and not a dom like me, my pheromones work on him like it would an omega. He loosens up and slowly picks up his head, wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. “Thank you both,” he softly whispers, “could you please let me go so I can go to the bathroom to wash my face? This is ruining my reputation.” 

Both Zayn and I look at him. “No. We will go with you, come on,” I say reaching a hand out for him. He takes it and stands, Zayn slipping an arm around his waist as the three of us walk out the cafeteria.