Trace flinched as the door slammed shut, heart pounding out of his chest.

'Shit, shit,' he panicked as yellow desire filled wolf eyes stared at him.

"You are not leaving me," he said in a demonic tone.

Trace's eyes widened as he realized Jeff's wolf, Luca, was the one talking to him.

Iris fought for dominance, but he tightly restrained her with gritted teeth. The bitch was acting as if she was in heat. There was no way in hell he was fucking him a second time so soon after just learning the name of his son's father today.

"P-please.." he pleaded, blocking his nose to drown out the strong phermones leaking off the alpha. "L-let's talk Jeff. Control yourself."

The yellow eyes flickered, before resuming a deep blue identical to his son's.

Trace sighed in relief and closed his eyes. They snapped back open at the onslaught of the gruff alpha's kissed.

He struggled to push him away, screeching in outrage as the alpha blatantly fondled his ass.

"Mmmm just as I remember it. Plump and perfectly round," Jeff mumured huskily against his lips.

Trace's face flamed an alarming bright red. 

Thump. 

"Don't say such weird things like that," Trace said outraged, punching him hard in the chest.

It was no secret that he had an ordinary body for an omega. He had no curves or pretty features like his younger brother. He hated to compare himself, but seeing the significant different between a dominant and recessive omega was almost painful. He hated to admit it, but he was slightly envious of his little brother. He was so innocent and sweet, that he couldn't even recognize his own attractiveness. If he was to ever really put any effort into his looks, he would be bombshell. 

However, Trace had never even once had a boyfriend or girlfriend in highschool. He had never even been confessed to, so it came as an absolute surprise on his graduation day how he had gotten caught up with the dangerously handsome alpha in front of him.

Jeff smirked, kissing his nose. He nuzzled his omega, inhaling the enchanting scent of lavendar. "I have never felt as happy as I am right now. I know we have a lot to talk about, but I'm glad to have met you again. I didn't even know I had bonded with you until the smell of other omega's started to repulse me. I had to sleep with beta's just to get through my rut," Jeff confessed.

Trace shoved him off of him, a sneer on his face. "Lucky you! Sorry I stopped your fuck fest activities with your precious omega's. We can always have the mark scrubbed from us both."

Trace flinched at the slammed fist beside his head.

Jeff leaned close, a dangerous expression on his face. "If you ever mention or even think of saying something like that again, I'm going to kill you myself. I'm not complaining. I'm saying it was hard not knowing who my mate was, but I was sure when I returned I would find you. It was either this pack or the other surrounding five since you were wearing the gym uniform that day."

"What if I had moved away?"

Jeff smirked, eyes steely. "I really don't give a rat's ass where you went, I wouldn't have stopped looking until I found you.

Traces heart throbbed. Tsk. "What do you want with me? You don't even know me. I'm nothing special and I have nothing to show for myself besides my son. I have no job, no talent, and I'm plain looking. Your a dominant alpha, and attractive one at that. I'm sure you can find a better mate."

Jeff stiffened, eyes widening in disbelief. He backed up, opening to look out the front door, before closing and locking it again. He turned to look behind him, searching around the room.

Trace eyes raised in question. "What are you looking for?"

"Oh! To see who you were trying to talk that bullshit to," Jeff said with a straight face.

Trace stared, not sure what to say. 

Sigh.

Jeff approached him, grabbing his hand and bringing it to his hardened cock. "Does this feel like someone who finds you unattractive?"

Trace's eyes widened, snatching his hand back as if it was on fire. "A-a-are you a p-pervert?" he stuttered, completely embarassed.

Jeff laughed a hearty laugh, as he warmly wrapped his hands around the omega. "Don't tell me my mate is unattractive when I found him so sexy the minute I saw him tonight, before I even knew he was my mate. And what do you mean do nothing with your life? Being a parent takes a lot of responsibility and patience that not a lot of people can handle. Your still young and you still have time to decide what you want to do with your life. Although you have that alpha's help-"

"Mary! Her name is Mary, not 'that alpha.' What I said earlier still stands, she is still gonna be Tristian's mother," Trace said, no room for argument in his tone. 

Jeff smirked, with a raised eyebrow. "A throuple huh? She is pretty hot. I'm down if you both are?"

Trace's mouth dropped in disbelief before he whacked at the insufferable alpha. "Your disgusting! How could you say something disgusting like that! Mary is like a sister."

Jeff laughed heartily, feeling more energized than he had in years. 

When he left the country for training he had been depressed and extremely aggressive, injuring a lot of his fellow comrades during training due to the difference in their strength. He eventually was only allowed to train with skilled teachers due to his strength and skill level. His depressed mind set didn't help. He hated not knowing who he had marked. He had no one he could enlist to look into it, as at the time his younger cousins were still in middle school, and they weren't that close.

When he came home, he had came with a sinister agenda. He had actually planned to become beta, baiting his time until one of his younger cousins became alpha to challenge them for the title. He felt like all the years of pain and heartbreak was due to his uncle and his father. He wanted revenge. 

However, the sight of his blushing mate gave him a euphoric feeling. The feeling of revenge melted away, as he decided he would focus on finding a way to protect his son and his mate. He hated to admit it, but the female alp- no, Mary was a good ali. She had taken on his responsibility for the past 6 years and he probably owed her his life, because his mate and his son were now all he was willing to live for.

Jeff looked at his mate, face softening as he saw him blush.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" 

"Like what?" he asked, smirking.

Trace smirked back at him. "Like you want to eat me alive?"

Jeff smirked, as he stepped back and took all of him in. "I promise you, if you turn around I will eat-"

"Shut up!" Trace shrieked, as he slammed his hand over the alphas mouth. He was absolutely horrified. "Don't say that you pervert! Do you have no dignity."

Jeff simply licked the fingers covering his mouth, laughing deeply again as Trace snatched his hand away. He pulled him in for a hug, nuzzling himself into his neck. "I'm just so happy. My feelings are already so strong, and I barely know you. We've only met once, but you are all I've thought of these past 6 years. It drove me crazy. I promise you, no matter what happens I will always protect you and Tristian," he mumbled into his neck.

Trace's face turned to the side, looking in the mirror to see the huge alpha who was practically curled into him. He was scared to speak his truth. He felt the same. He was sure it was the bond, but he felt completely safe. There was denying he wasn't just his mate, but fated mates. He had picked up on it when the scent of other alpha's also repulsed him. His papa had taught him signs of how to be aware when you met one, so it went unsaid why they practically went at it upon meeting each other, leading to his pregnancy.

"Y-your heavy big guy- get off," Trace tried to shy away. He wasn't use to these mix of emotions and it made him uncomfortable.

Jeff swung him into his arms. 

"AHHH... a-are you trying to give me a heart attack," he shouted as he was suddenly swung into Jeff's arms.

Jeff laughed again, bending to peck his lips. 

Trace felt flustered, as he glared at the cocky, smiling alpha.

"Which way is the room?"

Trace's slanted eyes looked like they were squinting even worst than usual, making Jeff laugh again. It was obvious he was thinking the worst of him. "I promise. I won't try to do anything tonight. I just wanna take a shower and talk tonight. I wanna hold you. Get to know Trace Chan, soon to be Trace Callwell. I promise, no sex. We won't do anything until your ready."

Trace sputtered, face flushed. He opened his mouth, and quickly shut it. He looked at the alpha suspiciously, only seeing sincerity in his expression. 

Sigh.

"The master is the second door on the left. I'll sleep in the guest bedroom ton- HEY! Where are you taking me?"

Jeff ignored him. "Your sleeping with me. Unless I say so, you will never sleep anywhere else. I've waited six fucking years, I don't want you anywhere out of my sight. If I have to close my eyes to sleep, I will only do so knowing your wrapped in my arms. Don't argue with me on this. My desire to simply bend you over and claim you now is already a strong thought in my head. Please don't test my patience."

There was a edge to his tone, and although he wanted to argue he chose not to. Trace was a stubborn person (A/N obviously inherited from Jin, just saying), but even he knew when to pick his battles. As long as he kept his promise to not have sex, he was ok with learning who he was. Despite the new feelings, Jeff was still a stranger to him. He wanted to be realistic. He wasn't going to just pledge his love for someone he didn't even know. He was open to getting to know him since regardless they were already bonded and he was the father of his son.

"You wanna go first?"

Trace blinked at the question. He turned to see they were standing in front of the attached bathroom in the suite.

"Um, why don't you go while I call Mary? Tristian loves his mother but he's really attached to me?"

Jeff furrowed his brows in confusion. "But he fell asleep attached to your brother? Your papa even said he's been sleeping in his room since you got here."

Trace glared at him. "Yes, well... he's still my son," he said stiffly.

'Traitor,' he thought sourly, imagining his son curled up in his brother's arms.

Jeff softly chuckled, kissing his forehead. "It's ok. I'm happy he is surrounded by loved one's. Growing up I never had this kind of family. My father was a dictator and a very abusive one. My mother rarely smiled, and she was always scared of him. She would make sure his clothes were pressed, his food was cooked the exact way he wanted, and she  neglected me trying to please him. She would beat me whenever I displeased him, and I grew up thinking she was weak..."

Jeff trailed off, looking past Trace. His heart ached seeing the troubling look on his face. He hesitated, before softly touching the side of his face.

Jeff flinched at the touch, before closing his eyes and leaning into it. "It wasn't until I got older that I realized he would beat her if anything I did displeased him. Honestly, he would find any reason to beat her. My father was a despicable man and my mother lived a tragic life. She was his fated mates sister, but she died giving birth to me."

Trace's eyes widened at the confession. "S-s-so your biological mother-"

Jeff nodded. "My mother was a alpha. It's rare for two alpha's to have a child, Irena Callwell died giving birth to me and her younger omega sister was promised to my father in her place. My mothers name was Callie Callwell. I did love her... early before it was determined what my subgender was she loved me as her own. She would tuck me into bed, read me stories, taught me how to shift, hunt, fish... you name it she did it. However, my father resented me, and the more she tried protecting me it seems the more her resentfulness to me grew."

Trace subconciosly wrapped his arms around his neck, hugging him lightly. He grew up in a extremely loving house, that hearing such a disturbing childhood truly troubled him. He couldn't imagine ever resenting his son. He loved him so much, and he would die before he even imagined abusing him.

"My father was proud I became a dominant alpha, but he was determined for me to be something I wasn't interested in becoming. I didn't want to be alpha of his pack. I wanted to become a doctor. Wanted a simple, ideal life. Meet somebody, fall in love. Get married. Have a kid. But to him I was a tool. The day I told him I was interested in learning medicine he flew into a rage and my mother tried calming him down...that was the last day I saw her alive before we were told she was killed by rogues.," voice breaking as he whispered those words.

Trace tightened his hold, releasing calming phermones.

Jeff hugged him tightly, face tucked into the neck of his mates neck. He breathes harshly, as the tears spilled. He had never told anyone of his background. It pained him having to even talk about his childhood. He never wanted to become a monster like his father. He pushed Trace back, gripping his face to stare him dead in the eye. "I promise I will never abuse our son or you. I will kill myself before I ever even raise a hand to either of you. I will protect you both or die trying."

Trace's heart pounded at the fierceness of his words and the determined expression. The tears spilled from his eyes as he hugged the alpha. He trembled. Tucking his face into the alpha's chest he vowed to himself to teach Jeff what a true family was. 

He lifted his head and gave him a wobbly smile. "How about we invite Mary and Tristian over for breakfast? I'm a pretty good cook. If it's one thing my papa has taught all of us, it's how to cook."

The change of conversation, made Jeff feel relieved as he smiled. He put a hand over his heart, "Oh, a man after my heart."

Trace smacked his chest, laughing lightly. They had a lot more to learn about each other, but learning of his heavy background made him feel a sense of protectiveness.

"Um- why dont we ..take one together?"

"Huh?" Jeff asked confused. "What are you talking about?"

Trace turned, not knowing just how sexy he appeared, as he coquetishly opened the bathroom door.

"Let's take a shower together. It's a large shower. We should both be able to fit."

Jeff's mind went blank. His sober demeanor immediately shifted to desire. He stared Trace down, as he gripped the bottom of his shirt and lifted it above his head.

"Oh dear God," Trace whispered, staring intensely at the 8 pack in front of him. 

Jeff smirked, unbuttoning his jeans before shoving them down his legs. He stepped out, his hardened lower half causing a loud gasp from Trace.

Trace blushed furiously. 'There is no fucking way something that large was inside of me,' he thought, not even bother to hide he was staring.

Jeff hottily huffed as he crossed his arms. "Even if you beg, there will be no sex sir."

Trace sputtered, flace flaming as he turned so they could take a shower. "What am I gonna do with you?" he asked peeved.

Jeff leaned down to kiss his lips. "Love me."