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“So when does that hot alpha you’re mated to show up? So ready to meet him!”
Luca could’ve strangled Young then and there. It was a feeling he was all too familiar with at this point. Most of the team knew he was hooking up with an alpha, but nobody knew who it was. This moment served as a reminder to when Young first blabbed about Luca’s alpha a few months back. They weren’t supposed to find that information out. Not back then. At the very least, not like that. He wanted to tell them when the time was right, but Young’s loose tongue put his business out there—albeit, vaguely. It would've been worse for him if Ilya had been there initially.
His alpha isn’t just some regular old alpha. He’s Ilya’s long time friend and old teammate, and he was entirely sure Ilya wouldn't be fond of it. He already treated him like a baby, and to find out his friend—about the same age as him—was putting his ‘sweet rookie’ through the mattress, he would probably kill him. What’s worse, there’s no getting out of this anyway. Luca is already showing. His bump couldn't be mistaken for bloating, in his delusional opinion, and his scent is currently changing to a mix of him and Marlow. That was always a dead giveaway for a pregnant omega. They started smelling like their alpha, and it was even stronger after mating. Luca appeared today with a giant bite mark on his scent gland too, and—for all these reasons—Ilya is going to know.
“What alpha, and what do you mean mated? You are too young.”
Luca winced at Ilya’s stern voice, “um, I hav—”
“Oh my god, captain, you don't see that giant bite on his gland?”
“Young! Shut your mou—”
Ilya’s face ducked into Luca’s neck, the moment he spotted the bite, pulling a whimper from him. The pheromones of his overprotective captain were filling the room causing a wave of nausea to hit him. This isn’t good. Marlow is going to be here at any moment, and—if he sees Ilya—he’s going to be pissed. Luca wasn't far off because Ilya was being yanked off him with a swiftness, and now there was yelling.
“What the fuck is going on? Marly? What the hell are you doing here?”
“What the hell are you doing to my omega?”
Ilya cracked his knuckles aggressively, “your omega?”
Luca couldn’t help but wince at the scene before him, and now Ilya is looking at him expectantly. Luca looked toward Young—who is staring in awe—at his alpha, and he could’ve snapped at him. It wouldn’t take much. His emotions and hormones are all out of wack, so the idea of another omega ogling his alpha is more than irritating.
“Yeah, my omega.” Marlow was quick and firm with his response, drawing Luca’s attention to them from Young’s gazing.
Ilya scoffed at Marlow’s confidence, “what do you mean, ‘yeah’? This is no good.” Ilya redirected his attention to Luca, “you mated with Marly, and neither of you told me!”
Marlow rolled his eyes at Ilya's words, walking over to place an unapologetic kiss on Luca’s lips, “how are you feeling after these few weeks, beautiful?”
Luca smiled, “I’m fine, Marly, just nauseous.”
Ilya snapped his fingers at them, “hey, you two, what do you mean after these few weeks?”
“Well,” Luca grimaced, “I’m pregnant.”
“You’re what!”
“We were going to tell you, but it just never seemed like the perfect time. Now I’m pregnant, so there’s no better time than the present.” Luca couldn't help but pick at his nails.
Marlow shrugged casually, standing off to the side, “yeah, we met a little over a year ago after one of the games, and it’s been good ever since. Although, I wasn't expecting to become a dad this fast.” His hands made their way to Luca’s hips—Luca greatly appreciated it too in such a stressful situation—and he cleared his throat, “sorry for not telling you soon dude, but we kind of got lost in it all. It’s fine though. I’m more than ready to take care of him.”
“Marly…you mated my team’s omega, and then you got him pregnant.”
“Technically, he’s not the team’s omega…there was no mating mark, Roz.”
Ilya sucked his teeth, “I could murder you right now.”
“Alright, enough. You’re not going to murder my alpha and the father of my baby.” Luca put his hands up—having heard enough—trying to get ahead of the bickering.
Ilya whined, “but you’re my baby. You are not ready to have baby.”
Luca waddled forward—recognizing the increase of Ilya’s pheromones—pushing himself into Ilya’s arms. “I’m not a baby. Maybe a bit young, but I’m no baby. And who says I’m not your baby just because I’m having a baby?” Ilya wasn’t budging, “technically that means it’s a team baby too, if you want to look at it like that?”
“Well, hold up now—” Marlow’s voice sounded hesitant.
Luca shot a glare at Marlow, “how about check that jealousy, Marly. It takes a village, and we’ll need one.”
Marlow snapped his mouth closed, quick to shut up, and scuff one of his feet across the ground. Luca knew it was the stupid ego flare that alpha’s get when their omegas are freshly mated and pregnant. It wasn’t Marlow’s fault. Just last night he was excited about the idea of having a supportive group like Ottawa around their kid. He was even discussing potentially trading after the season ends, but they hadn’t made it that far in their plans. For now, they only wanted to clear the air about their status and Luca’s pregnancy. Luca felt Ilya lean his head against his own as they stood there. The scents in the room quieted down allowing Luca to readjust his own.
“I guess it will do, but now I contemplate if Marlow is needed when you have us.”
Luca chuckled, “I love him, so maybe don’t. My baby still needs a daddy.”
“Is no problem, Shane and I will take care of you and baby, and I kill Marly for getting you pregnant. Easy.”
Luca playfully punched Ilya, and pushed him away, “no! I love my alpha, and we’re mated. You know what it would mean to lose him.” Luca quickly lifted up his shirt, “do you want to feel it though?”
There was a decent swell, but it was still small. Maybe it was ridiculous to be excited about what is probably bloating, but Luca was going to milk the hell out of this. If there’s a swell—as far as he’s concerned—that means he’s showing. Ilya gladly put his hand on Luca’s bump and left it there, admiring the soft roundness. Luca bet he could probably hear a pin drop with how silent it got in the room.
“I will just kidnap you. Marly, I am taking your omega. I will take care of everything.”
“I hate you Roz. I swear I’m going to kick your as—”
“See, he is too rowdy and crass. Is not good for the baby.” Ilya baited Marlow into the playful confrontation while still caressing Luca’s small bump.
“Marly, can you calm down? Your scent is stressing me out. You know he’s doing it to get a reaction.” Luca reached out for Marlow trying to mingle their scents in hopes to lessen the tension.
“I’m just a little riled up…you know how alphas get.”
Ilya prodded a bit more, “if you need somewhere to stay, I will always be around. Plenty of clothes to make nests out of.”
“Oh my gosh—”
Luca didn’t have the time to scold Ilya before Marlow is charging him. Luca’s sigh held exasperation mixing with a level of mild amusement, but there was no concern since the scents in the room calmed down. That meant they were purely rough housing for the sake of typical alpha play. That was better than the tension continuing to rise like prior. No friendships were compromised, and Ilya would definitely be the godfather. Marlow loved him too much for him not to be, and Luca backed the sentiment wholly. They’d offer him the title at some point. For now, he’s more than happy to continue chuckling at the idiots rolling around in front of him.