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Surprise visits aren’t something they do often.
But it’s been three months since Pete saw his son face to face and he misses him. Sure, they talk on the phone every day and face time once or twice a week, but nothing is better than getting to hug his son and kiss his entire face until he’s whining and pushing Pete away so he can finally have the chance to hug Vegas.
Although, over the past few weeks, Venice seems to always be in a rush to end their calls, he talks on the phone in an almost hushed tone like he’s hiding from something—or someone.
Anytime they video call, Venice always seems to be standing in the same place; in front of the bookshelf that’s in his office, instead of moving around with the phone in his hand and talking and laughing loudly while they get lost in conversation that they don’t even notice the time passing. Pete brings it up a few times, but Venice just tells him not to worry about it.
Vegas tells him that Venice is probably back to being so consumed in his work that he doesn’t have time for anything else. It wouldn’t be the first time their son has drowned himself in work, so much so that he forgets he needs to take a break sometimes.
It’s a good day. They’ve just finished sealing a deal with one of the bigger families from North America, and Vegas seems to be in a good mood seeing as he didn’t have the urge to shoot anyone this morning. It’s a little over one-thirty when they pull up at Venice’s house, as he normally finishes at his firm around quarter past three. But that’s okay, Vegas and Pete can use the time to cook up a fresh meal for them to enjoy when Venice returns home.
“Do you think he’ll be surprised?” Vegas asks as he punches in the passcode to open the gate.
Definitely,” Pete replies, right as they walk into the yard. “It’s been so long since we’ve met face to face and we haven’t made plans to meet up, so he definitely expecting us to be here,” he finishes as the gate closes behind them.
As they get closer to the glass doors, Vegas holds out his hand in front of Pete and stops walking, his eyebrows furred and he tilts his head, sending Vegas a confused look.
“Do you smell that?”
Pete stills and sniffs the air a few times.
A faint, slightly sweet scent mixed with something else he can’t decipher.
A scent that does not belong to his son.
“Is someone else here?”
But who? Venice doesn’t like anyone who isn’t family in his house.
And Pete knows the scent of all the family members like the back of his hand, and none of them smell like the scent coming from the house.
The only select few times the entire family has been in the house were for the housewarming party, and two Christmas parties. But apart from those, every other event has always been held at the Main family’s compound or the Minor family’s compound. And occasionally, Vegas and Pete sleep in the guest room when they come to visit and are too tired to drive back.
Other than that, Venice stays alone.
“Has someone broken in,” Vegas asks, pulling out his gun from the back of his jeans.
“It’s unlikely. You know how good Arm’s security alerts are, if someone did break in, we would have all been alerted. And Kim’s traps aren’t so easy to get past.”
But still.
They can never be too sure.
With so many enemies, some of them may decide to attack without any warning or reason.
“But we can’t risk it.”
They slowly walk up to the doors, both with their gun in hand, Pete pushed the handle down and the door opens right up.
Someone is here.
Venice never leaves his house unlocked; he knows better than that. He knows the dangers of not being responsible enough to lock the house up before leaving.
“Be alert.” Vegas warns as they move closer to the living area.
The scent is stronger now.
More distinct.
The scent of fresh rain mixed with honeysuckle and lilies.
The scent of an Omega.
“An Omega?” Pete questions aloud.
Vegas whips his head back, looking at Pete as if he were crazy.
“It can’t be, he never brings Omega’s home.”
And it is true.
While Venice has dated Omega’s and Beta’s; and sometimes Alpha’s, he’s never bought one of them too his house. Ever.
Then again, none of Venice’s past relationships has ever lasted more than a few weeks. After his first two breakups, he would often complain to Vegas that his partners find him too possessive, too protective, too controlling. He mentioned that some of his past partners have told him he makes them feel suffocated, and he had whined to Pete that he would be alone forever because no one seems to be able to live up to his expectations, and that he would have to deal with the loneliness, because he wasn’t going to change himself or his preferences for anyone.
It was something Pete loved about his son. Venice knew what he wanted, and he was not going to settle for anything less than.
He knew Venice was like Vegas in a way, when it came to relationship dynamics that is.
Much like Vegas, Venice liked to take control in a relationship, he liked to lead and take care of his partner. While he may not like the same things Vegas does, Venice was most definitely a Dominant. Anyone who knew what to look for would see it.
So, it’s only natural that he would want a submissive partner. Someone who would let Venice take the lead and take care of them.
But to have an Omega in his house? When he’s not even dating? It seems out of the ordinary for Venice.
As they move closer to the couch, guns still held tightly and ready to shoot, the scent grows stronger. Pete can see the living room table that’s in the middle of the couch set. There’s papers, blueprints, drawings, and art supplies spilled out covering the entire table.
Pete sees a hand sticking out from under what looks like a blanket, and he gasps once he sees what—or who is on the couch.
Sleeping deeply and curled up on his side under a grayish blanket that Pete is certain belongs to his son, is a beautiful boy, with slightly tan skin, reddish-brown hair, and the most plush, pouty lips.
He looks so serene in his slumber, like he doesn’t have a care in this god forsaken world.
Vegas sees the Omega and points his gun straight at him.
“What the fuck,” he hisses. “Who is this?”
“I don’t know.”
Their voices seem to be a bit loud as the boy stirs, rolls on to his back and groans, his hand reaching up to cover his eyes.
“P’Phayuuuuuu,” he drags out the name, a somewhat childish whine evident in his voice.
Vegas freezes and turns to Pete.
P’Phayu.
Phayu.
This Omega knew their son’s nickname.
The nickname that only his pack members call him.
No one, apart from the family and a few close and trusted bodyguards called Venice ‘Phayu’
“Five more minutes,” the boy whines again, clearly not realizing that it was not Venice in the house.
Now Pete was sure he was going crazy.
Could it be that Venice had found someone?
That’s impossible! Venice would have told them. He would never hide something this big, he had no reason to!
“Oh my god.”
“What?” Vegas questions, not taking his eyes—or gun off the beauty asleep on the couch.
“Do you…” Pete starts, still finding his words, he still couldn’t wrap his head around the possibility. “Do you think this is Venice’s Omega?”
Vegas drops his gun a bit, turns to Pete, then back to the boy, and back to Pete again, with an unreadable expression on his face.
“It can’t be…” Vegas trails off, his voice unsure. “He wouldn’t hide something like this from us, Pete.”
But it makes sense for this boy to be Venice’s Omega. He’s beautiful, like an angel, and Venice did always have a preference for the beautiful face, he’s sleeping comfortably in Venice’s house, he’s sleeping with Venice’s blanket, calling Venice by his nickname that only family knows.
And if Venice were hiding this boy; God knows why he would do that, his actions over the past few months make sense. The whispered phone calls, hanging up in a rush, staying in one place when they facetime, beating around the bush when Pete bought his behavior up, it ticks all the boxes.
“But what if-”
“Mhmhmhm…”
They both snapped their heads back at the Omega, Vegas raising his gun again, while Pete hesitantly kept his to his side.
The boy slowly opens his eyes, and stares at them with a blank look on his face, like he doesn’t understand what he’s seeing. Then, as if it finally clicked, his eyes grew wide as he sat up with his mouth slightly agape.
His eyes zeroes in on the gun in Vegas’ hand and he loudly gasped, his hands coming up to cover his mouth.
“Who are you?” Vegas demands.
The boy doesn’t reply.
“Who are you!?” Vegas yells, moving closer to the boy.
“I- I-I,” he stutters, his Bambie eyes welling up with tears as he moves further back onto the couch.
“Vegas,” Pete calls out, moving closer and taking a hold of Vegas’ hand to drop it to his side.
“Pete, we can’t. He could be dangerous-”
“It’s okay, Vegas. Let me handle this.”
He walks closer to the couch, slowly dropping his gun on the table and placing his hands in the air, the boy watches him with fear in his eyes.
Oh god. If this boy really is Venice’s Omega, he’s going to be pissed when he finds out his parents came into his house and pointed guns at his Omega.
“Its Okay, my name is Pete, and this is my husband Vegas.” The boy looks up at Vegas, and then back to Pete and nods in acknowledgment.
“We won’t hurt you; we just want to know who you are. Can you tell me you name, little Omega?”
“R-Rain,” he says in a quite scared voice.
“Okay. Rain. That’s a beautiful name.” Pete says.
“Thank you,” he replies.
“Well Rain, who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my son’s house?” Vegas demands, folding his arms together.
Pete turns to look at him with his brows furred, “Vegas, stop it. You’ll scare him. He could really be a friend of Venice.”
“Venice? W-who is that? No one lives here by tha-that name,” Rain mutters, the tears in his eyes flowing freely now.
“Okay, not Venice, Phayu. Do you know who that is?”
Rain looks up, softly sniffling and whipping his face. “P’Phayu? How do you know him?’ he asks
“That’s what we’re asking kid, or do you not know who he is, and you just broke into someone’s house and decided to sleep here?” Vegas scowls obviously ticked off that he’s not getting the answers he wants.
“What? No! Of course, I know who P’Phayu is, I’m his boyfriend!”
Boyfriend.
This Omega, Rain, is his son’s boyfriend.
And it seems more than that.
Now that Pete is looking closer, he can see the mark on the Omega’s neck. A mating mark, and it looks well maintained.
Oh god.
Pete’s son has a boyfriend, a mate, an Omega.
And he hid it.
Pete feels like absolute shit. He came into his son’s house, and pointed a gun at his sleeping, vulnerable Omega with the intention to kill him.
Vegas drops his hands to his side and looks at Rain with the most confused face.
“H- His boyfriend?" Vegas asks, exaggerating the word ‘boyfriend’ like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. And frankly, Pete felt the same.
“Yes!”
“That’s impossible, he- he would have told us, he would never hide something this big from his family!” Vegas exclaims, his scent growing slightly sour.
“His family? Who are you people?” Rain asks.
“We’re his--,” Pete starts, but doesn’t get to finish his sentence.
“Rain!” a voice yells.
They all turn towards the door to see a flushed, out of breath Venice, looking straight at Rain with a panicked look on his face.
“Alpha!” Rain exclaims, jumping out from the couch and running straight for Venice, the gray blanket dropping from Rain’s lap onto the floor.
Pete watches as his son engulfs Rain in a hug, pressing his face into Rain’s hair and sighing in relief, while Rain sobs in Venice’s arms.
“P’—th- they- they have g-guns and-,” he stutters.
“Shhh, it’s Okay baby, I’m here. They won’t hurt you; I promise.”
Rain looks up at him, “B- but they have guns with them,” he cries.
Venice looks at him with the most pained look, “I know, baby, it’s okay. No one will hurt you, not while I’m here,” he keeps his voice low, looking straight at Vegas and Pete as he reassures the trembling boy in his arms.
It every bit a threat as it is a promise.
Vegas clears his throat and Venice raises his head to look in his direction. “Care to explain this, Son?” he asks, with a bit of amusement at the sight in front of him.
Rain gasps and looks back and Pete, then at Vegas, and finally Venice, “Son? P’Phayu what is he talking about? Who are these people?”
Venice gives a long sigh, throws his head back and runs his hand through his hair before looking down at Rain, cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead.
“Rain, these are my parents. Vegas and Pete.”