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"Please, I beg you. Don't do it! The Annihilation Gang deceived me…" The man kept pleading as he kneeled on the sidewalk. He bowed with his forehead against the ground supplicating for his life. Two men stood by his side, making sure that he didn't escape. Blood fell on the sidewalk from the place where one of his eyes was pulled out. His whole face was a bloody mess covered in red, purple and black blotches of skin.
The man standing in front of him remained calm. He was puffing on a cigarette; smoke leaving his lungs and getting released into the dark night. The moonlight illuminated his face; white hair with golden tips slicked back on one side, blue and golden heterochromatic eyes, and an imposing figure. He wore a blue shirt with the first button opened, sleeves rolled up, black pants and polished black dress shoes. On his neck, he had a tattoo in the shape of a sun covered by a brown leather choker. The warm and intense scent of rum, white peony, and bourbon vanilla permeated in the air.
The man on the ground kept on pleading, but the other ignored him in favor of staring at the sky. The latter was none other than Irontomb Phainon, the executioner, one of the sub-bosses inside the Antimatter Legion mafia. An alpha known for killing anyone that betrayed their family.
Created by Nanook, the youngest mafia leader so far, the Legion quickly became the biggest family in the country. Tax evasion, illegal gambling, forgery, fraud, kidnapping, bribery, they did all. With the motto of embracing the end, they became known and feared for their brutality, eventually turning into an organization as powerful as the Interastral Peace Corporation. Police didn't even try to stop them. Once you got in the Legion's way, there was no getting out alive.
Phainon was Nanook's youngest child. The last of seven children, known as a genius in the art of killing. Merciless and ruthless in his job, he was his family's pride and joy. An alpha able to kill anyone no matter what.
He puffed his cigarette again. The starry sky was way too beautiful that night. A shame that this guy had to ruin it. Phainon sighed and said, "I'm tired of listening. Cut his tongue off." At those words, the man cried, screamed and begged for forgiveness as if he hadn't betrayed the Legion. He locked himself on one of Phainon's legs only to get kicked off by one of the two underlings guarding him. They submitted the man on the ground; switchblade dangerously close to his mouth.
With a piercing wail, they cut his tongue off. The man tried to scream but the only thing coming out from his mouth was blood. A mix of cries and gurgling noises ruined the peaceful night silence. Putting the cigarette between his teeth, Phainon grabbed the gun on his waistband, shooting him between the eyes. The corpse fell on the ground, blood oozing out staining the sidewalk. The alpha pulled the gun away, and with a last smoke, he threw the cigarette bud on the ground, stomping over it.
"Oh great!" Someone said behind them. Before Phainon could even turn around a faint scent hit him in the face. Peppermint, vanilla and coconut; sweet, enticing and mouthwatering. The nice scent overwhelmed Phainon, from his nostrils to his mouth. He could even taste it…
An omega. One with a delectable scent.
"Seriously?! Killing someone in front of my shop?!" Finally looking at him, the omega was beautiful. Pale skin, with long, light green hair tied messily on a bun, and a pale aqua eye with magenta pupils. He wore a soft looking oversized cream cardigan over a black shirt, jeans, and black tennis shoes. An eyepatch covered his left eye, making him stand out even more. Stunning. The omega closed his eye and massaged his temples in frustration. "My luck sucks," he said.
The frail looking omega walked closer to them. He stopped beside Phainon; his wonderful scent bewitching the alpha. Phainon felt like he could get addicted to it. The omega ignored him in favor of turning on his phone's flashlight to look at the mess on the sidewalk. The alpha stared shamelessly at the other's neck: pale and without a claim. The addicting scent embraced him again and the only wish he had was to sink his face on the other's neck and stay there for the rest of his life.
"Ugh! You better clean this shit up." Phainon wanted to tell him that yes, they would clean; he would do whatever the omega desired.
His underlings were faster, "Hey! Why don't you shut your mouth?!"
"Don't worry boss, we'll take care of him."
Sure they did, if taking care meant being humiliated. Despite how frail the beautiful omega looked, he punched one of Phainon's men straight in the face with so much strength that the guy fell to the ground on his back. Blood running down his nose, he was knocked out unconscious. The other guy stepped back not wanting to end like that.
Phainon whistled with amazement. "Wow! Feisty."
The pretty thing looked at the ground and snorted. He picked up the cigarette bud, staring at it with disgust. In a second and without any warning, he shoved it on Phainon's mouth. The latter stood motionless, not knowing what to do. The beautiful man looked at him with a slight frown on his face. "Don't leave your trash in front of my place," he said.
"That," he pointed at the still bleeding corpse on the sidewalk, "Better not be there in the morning." With that he turned on his heels and got back inside his shop. Phainon looked at the name of the place: Grove of Epiphany, a flower shop.
Guess he was now a big fan of flowers.
"Boss, say the word and we will get rid of hi…"
"I think I fell in love," Phainon answered with a dreamy sigh; eyes still glued on the door where the omega disappeared into.
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Anaxagoras wondered if he had the skills to kill a mafia boss.
The guy walked through his clean and well-decorated shop as if he owned the place. The blossomy freshness of the flowers did nothing to improve his mood. For the past two weeks, he visited Anaxa's shop almost everyday. The peaceful environment of his place being destroyed with the presence of freaking Phainon of all people.
Anaxa did his best to ignore him every time. The guy would look around at the plants as if he was interested in them, when they both knew very well he couldn't care less.
Phainon was there for the sole reason of flirting terribly, and getting on Anaxa's nerves.
"For you," the alpha said with a charming smile on his face presenting the bouquet of lavender roses, asters, and white carnations. Love at first sight, symbol of love, and pure love… Anaxa snorted. The guy at least did his research in plant symbolism.
"I wasted my time doing that bouquet for this," Anaxa said with annoyance in his voice. Still, he accepted the bouquet, earning a bright smile from the man at the other side of the counter.
"It's never a waste of time if it's for you," Phainon said leaning over the counter, invading Anaxa's personal space. Rarely someone left him speechless, but this guy had a way of doing and saying things that left Anaxa blushing and scowling at his inability to retort back. Phainon really was good at getting on his nerves.
"I'll be back." Phainon winked at him, running a hand through his hair in a way that shouldn't look as good as it did.
"Please don't," Anaxa barked back. The alpha only laughed softly, before a jingle announced his departure. The omega sighed.
Staring at the bouquet on his hands, Anaxa's mind wandered to the alpha's nice scent. Comforting in a way that didn't suit a murderer. Not like Anaxa cared about it that much, especially when said murderer came every day to his shop, following him around like a lost puppy. In a way, it was endearing. Anaxa smiled softly at the bouquet with pink painting his cheeks; his own sweet scent becoming even sweeter. He didn't dislike being courted by a handsome guy at all.
He didn't notice Phainon staring through the window, and throwing a fist in the air in celebration before leaving.
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"What do you want now?" Anaxa said with fake annoyance as he carried potted plants around his shop.
"Your number," Phainon, once again, was invading his personal space by being way to close to the omega. His stupid smirk, scent, and cringe flirting almost making Anaxa's inner omega purr. He scrunched his nose with disgust at that fact.
"That's the cringiest flirting I ever heard in my life, Mr. Irontomb. The Legion's executioner. Ruthless and bloodthirsty. No one comes out alive of an interrogation from you. What would people think if they heard you throwing those lines?"
"What do you think?"
Anaxa didn't even spare him a glance, still, the guy followed him around the place like the puppy he was. "That you aren't as scary as your reputation precedes... especially not without your expensive clothes and your hair falling on your forehead."
"It's my day off work. How do I look in regular clothes?"
Anaxa finally looked at him. He looked good. Phainon usually did, but dressed in jeans, a black hoodie, his stupid choker, and without his hair styled in his usual way, he was charming. There was this air around have that made him glow. With his regular clothes he was hot, but like this, he was cute. Even his usually alluring scent now carried a cheerful whiff within. "Bad," Anaxa said. Phainon didn't, but the omega wouldn't give him the satisfaction. The alpha only chuckled, already used to his retorts.
He kept on carrying his potted plants around, until Phainon decided to help around. Anaxa let him, moving behind the counter. He dusted off the little bookshelf he had for when days at the shop were slow. "You have a lot of books there," Phainon said. He finished moving the pots around and was now leaning into the counter. "Cool! You have the Alberts."
Anaxa looked at him with widened eyes, "You know Molecular Biology of the Cell?"
"Of course. I like to read," the other answered with his cute puppy grin as if that book was just light reading and not the bible of cell biology. Phainon kept on talking about the goddamn book and how he was interested in cell death mechanisms or something. Anaxa didn't really pay attention to what he was saying. Suddenly the other's scent was way too good, carrying a sense of comfort that the omega enjoyed. He bit his lip; damn Phainon was making Anaxa fall for him.
The alpha stopped talking when a he received a text message. Anaxa didn't know what it said, but whatever it was had Phainon looking all depressed.
A sigh. "I gotta go. I'll come back tomorrow, Anaxa."
"It's Anaxagoras."
Phainon walked away slowly. He clearly didn't want to leave. Anaxa chuckled at how adorable the other was. Before he could walk out, the omega called him from the counter, "Phainon. You forgot something."
"I don't think I di…"
A snort, "Well, guess you don't want my number that muc…"
Not even a second later, the alpha was leaning on the counter, taking Anaxa's hands between his. His scent going sweeter with joy. "I do! Please! I'm not dreaming, right?"
Anaxa laughed softly. For an executioner, Phainon was way too cute.
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"Love, I'm home!"
The moment Phainon entered their home, things seemed different than usual. Normally, Anaxa would be sitting on the couch either reading or watching TV, but that day he was nowhere to be seen. Almost covered in darkness, their home was barely illuminated by the soft lights of the lamps around the living room. Greg, their mini dromas pet came to receive Phainon at the door with enthusiasm, the little bell on collar jingling. He smiled softly and petted it's head.
"Anaxa?" He call out taking off his blazer and shoes. He got no response whatsoever. Weird, but no so much. Anaxa had been on pre-heat for almost a week; scent slightly sweeter. Unlike other omegas, he didn't get clingy or emotional, rather, Anaxa was always irritated about feeling hot and pissed off at their bed not being comfortable enough.
He was probably sulking on their bed about not having enough pillows. Phainon chuckled at the thought.
As he went up the stairs of their luxurious penthouse, when his mate's enticing scent hit him straight in the face. Sweet, but not overbearing, and raw with desire, it ignited a craving inside the alpha. The change was noticeable; his mate's scent was already a little sweet, but right then and there, it was alluring. Phainon groaned at how good it was.
Anaxa was definitely in heat.
"Love?" He asked opening the door to their shared room, pupils already blown wide with lust. Phainon's breath got caught in his throat, rendered speechless at the gorgeous sight in front of him.
Anaxa stood in the middle of the room with a baby blue bathrobe covering his figure. Flushed cheeks, and eyes filled with lust but focused enough to know perfectly well what he was doing. He undid the knot on his waist slowly; Phainon’s heart racing with anticipation. The alluring omega licked his lips as his hands caressing along his neck down to his collarbones and shoulders. Anaxa took the collar of the robe between his fingers, sliding it down his back in a tortuous pace. The cloth piled on the floor after he let go, stealing a gasp from his mate’s lips.
Phainon marveled at the exquisite sight in front of him. Cheeks dusted with pink, eye glossy with desire, lips slightly parted as if pleading to be kissed, and a sweet but refreshing minty scent that had the alpha losing his mind. Lowering his gaze, Phainon admired his mate’s soft and smooth pale skin. His tiny waist that fitted completely in his hands. Let his eyes travel further down his mate’s body stopping between his legs on the plush cleft glossy with arousal and the small bud peeking out shyly.
Stunning.
“Like what you see?” Anaxa asked with a smirk. Breathless by his mate’s beauty, Phainon was only capable of nodding as an answer.
“Come here.” He did, just like how he would always do whatever Anaxa wanted. The latter pulled Phainon into a soft, chaste kiss that had their lips barely brushing against each other. After a few seconds, they pulled back, staring at the other. Anaxa smiled softly as he petted Phainon’s hair with gentleness. They kissed again; it started as a soft caress that turned into a hungry one. The alpha pulled his mate closer from the waist. Anaxa’s oversensitive bare skin rubbed against Phainon’s clothes, moaning at the feeling, enough for the other to taste him with a deeper kiss.
Their scents entwined with the musky scent of arousal as they let heat and rut take over their instincts.
“Can I?” Phainon whispered against his husband’s mouth. Anaxa bit his lower lip as he nodded, knowing exactly what the other meant.
He saw Phainon taking off his shirt and getting on his knees. The omega licked his lips at the enticing picture his mate was. Careful fingers parted his folds making him whimper at the touch. Phainon lost himself in the intoxicating scent of his mate’s slick. Darting his tongue out, he licked along the slit tasting the sweetness that was driving him crazy. Anaxa moaned, arching his back as his husband’s tongue dragged over the sensitive swelled bud.
The alpha’s tongue pushed between the plush folds. Anaxa moaned again. His fingers tangled on his mate’s soft hair earning a groan. Legs trembled as Phainon sucked the swollen lips gently. He moved to the little bud and sucked firmly, stroking his tongue over it; his mate mewled at the sensation.
Both got more turned on hearing the wet sounds. Phainon’s pre-cum leaking against his underwear, soaking it through. Throbbing hard against his pants; arousal heavy as he ate his mate out. For his part, Anaxa pulled the other even closer from the hair, whimpering and moaning. Delicious pressure built within, squeezing low on his belly, losing himself on the heavenly feeling of pleasure.
With one last kiss, Phainon got on his feet, looking at Anaxa with predatory hunger as he licked his lips. The omega pulled him into a tight embrace; bare chests pressed together as the shared fiery kisses that left them addicted.
Both finally bare, they moved to the bed with Phainon laying on his back. With the characteristic confidence his mate had, Anaxa positioned himself over him. The alpha lost himself in the image of his beautiful partner stroking his length between elegant fingers. The omega smirked seductively as he aligned his mate’s head to his small waiting opening. Phainon gasped, gripping the other’s hips, fingers digging in the milky flesh.
Still smirking, Anaxa dragged the head of his husband’s cock between parted folds in a flirtatious way, enjoying the groans and moans that he pulled from Phainon. He loved teasing the other. Loved being in control and making his mate lose his mind.
The ache of emptiness was unbearable. Anaxa pressed downward, head nudging his entrance. Propped on the pillows, Phainon’s heart raced as he watched his mate sinking on his cock, soft flesh stretching around. Anaxa’s thighs trembled, face twisting with pain.
“Go slow, love.” Phainon said caressing the other’s hip softly with his fingers, trying to comfort his mate.
Anaxa continued pressing downward. The alpha was mesmerized at his mate’s petite taking all of him in until hips met hips. It felt wonderful, hot and tight. The omega threw his head back with a moan, “So full…” He began to move slowly, riding and falling on his husband, each time getting further and further.
Phainon lost it when he was how Anaxa’s slender belly bulged as he sank deeper. “Fuck,” he growled before thrusting upwards, making both moan at the enticing friction between their bodies. Hips moved together in a sinful rhythm.
Anaxa looked stunning like that, pleasure building inside him, gasping and moaning, body arching with each thrust. “It's so good,” he mumbled lost in desire.
“And it’s going to get even better.” The alpha husked as he lifted his hips fiercely, instincts taking over. He increased the speed gradually, watching with hunger how his omega rocked his hips trying to match his rhythm. Anaxa made such a beautiful picture doing his best to slide his husband’s shaft in and out. So gorgeous. Control slipping away, Phainon thrusted more urgently, feeling the other’s muscles clenching around him as. Anaxa gasped and moaned, bucking his hips to find the delicious feeling of ecstasy. Pleasure built again as heat that spread through his lower belly.
Feeling a familiar throb, Phainon turned them around; him now taking control. Anaxa threw his arms around him, pulling their bodies impossibly closer. Thrusting faster with nails scratching his back, the alpha felt his knot pressing hard against the other’s inner walls. The omega’s back arched off the bed with a moan when his loved one pushed against a spot that sent jolts of pleasure through his whole body.
Anaxa’s whole body writhed with intense pleasure as fingers massaged the sensitive peak between his folds. His mind went blank with ecstasy, screaming his mate’s name as his orgasm hit. His inner muscles clenched against his husband who slammed his hips one last time, trying to reach as deep as possible. Knot locking him in place, Phainon reached ecstasy too, releasing inside his omega. Sinking his teeth in between Anaxa’s neck and shoulder, they felt their bond getting even stronger than it already was.
Phainon put their foreheads together, enjoying the feeling of being connected with the one he loved the most in the world. “I love you,” he whispered brushing a loving kiss against Anaxa’s lips.
“I love you more.”
The next morning, the alpha woke up to the image of his pretty mate sleeping with his mouth a little open and his hair all disheveled. Cute. Even though he wished to stay in bed forever, Phainon knew he had to get up to make breakfast and bring water to his tired omega before his heat hit again.
That’s when he realized he hadn't used a condom.
Oh fuck…
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Sounds of a brutal beating echoed through the whole place. Another hit into the already disfigured face of a guy sent droplets of blood flying around. Phainon yanked the guy's head backwards by the hair with murderous intent. "Tell me, if you had to lose a leg or an arm, which one would you choose?"
Before he could continue, his phone rang. His whole face brightened up like a puppy when he looked at the caller ID.
"Hi…"
"Come home now," Anaxa deadpanned at the other side of the line. He sounded pissed off; a terrible sign.
Phainon glanced at the almost dead dude he had to interrogate. With a sigh, he answered, "Love, I'm in the middle of something. Can't it…"
"No, it can't wait! I didn't see you waiting when you came inside and got us into this mess!"
"What do you me…?"
"Come. Home. Now." His beautiful mate hung up the phone leaving Phainon speechless. Oh, he really was pissed off. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Boss?" One of his underlings asked, knowing damn well how the alpha always put his mate first.
"I have to go. Take care of him. If he still doesn't talk, cut his fingers."
Thinking back at the last time they mated, he was almost sure that he knew the reason why Anaxa was angry. His hypothesis became true once he arrived home to a furious omega that threw five different pregnancy tests on his face.
"There's a parasite growing inside me, and it's all your fault," the beautiful man said with a nasty scowl on his face. Phainon didn't care though. He took his mate on his arms, picking him up from the floor as he ignored Anaxa's complaints.
They were going to be parents.
After their wedding, that was the happiest day of his life.
The rest of the day Phainon remained pampering and cuddling with his mate. His phone buzzed a hundred times, but he ignored it.
Boss, we kind of… accidentally killed him.
What do we do with the body?
Boss?
:(
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"The water is pretty cold here. Let's see if you can hold your breath, just like you held your tongue," Phainon said menacingly to a man on the ground that had both hands and legs tied. After hours of torture, the guy lost four fingers, had five nails pulled out, and multiple fractures from being beat up. Still, he didn't speak anything about who had hired him. Another traitor; they always thought they could get away only to end up at Phainon's mercy. How sad.
He got distracted by his phone buzzing. Once he checked who it was, his whole face brightened up. Anaxagoras, his precious mate, was asking him to buy supplements. He purred at the idea of providing for him.
"Does anyone know if there's a drugstore nearby?"
What the heck was he asking? They were in the middle of a cliff next to the ocean, with no civilization nearby. The Legion's mobs looked at each other in confusion, then turned to their boss and negated with their heads.
Phainon sighed. He would have to ask Celenova for more capable men, all these guys were useless. He looked to the traitor that was about to get drowned with a raised eyebrow. The guy gulped, and answered nervously, "There's one about half an hour or so from here."
"Look at that! You're not useless. Thank you," the alpha said with a bright smile; scent full of gentleness.
I'll get them for you
Anything else?
Egg pudding and dried squid.
Sure love ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
I'll be home as soon as I can
Phainon stared at his phone like the lovesick fool that he was. He then looked at the dude on the ground, and scrunched his nose up. Gentleness gone, his scent became intimidating. All the other people around bowing their heads down in fear. With a cold tone of voice, he ordered, "Drown him already. I have more important things to do."
Pleads and screams full of horror were heard as Phainon walked away. He didn't even bother to look back when he heard the sound of water splashing around. Phainon's phone buzzed in his pocket; another message from his lovely mate.
Be careful.
I love you.
He almost died. Anaxa wasn't someone that said his feelings easily, but after he got pregnant, he started acting softer and cuter. It was taking a toll on Phainon's heart. His mate was way too amazing for this world.
After driving for a while, he finally found the drugstore. A gentle looking older lady employee behind the counter asked what he was looking for.
"I need prenatal vitamins with DHA and folic acid, the multisaurus ones that are dromas shaped; methylfolate, an omega-3 supplement and gummy probiotics."
"That's a lot of stuff!"
With a lovesick smile and dreamy eyes, Phainon answered, "It's for my gorgeous pregnant mate."
"Congratulations! How far along?"
"Two months!"
"Morning sickness?"
"No, he doesn't have trouble with that."
"How lucky! When I had my kids…" Just like that they started talking about pregnancy. Phainon even went as far as to show the lady a picture of Anaxa with a barely noticeable baby bump to which she commented about how beautiful he was. One would not believe this man cut the fingers of a guy and drowned him half an hour before.
When he arrived home, Phainon almost died at the cute image of his mate asleep on their couch. Anaxa looked divine; a beautiful blush on his cheeks, mouth slightly open in the most adorable way, hair sprawled on the pillow that he definitely brought from their room, and his scent going sweeter because of the life growing inside him.
He was perfect.
Anaxa rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Welcome…" he mumbled with a still sleepy voice. Pregnancy was taking a toll on him. The omega was frail before, and now he was tired most of the time, which only made Phainon's protective instincts rise up.
The smaller man raised his arms asking for a kiss. Phainon complained as he melted inside. Anaxa grabbed one of the dry squid bags, opened it and ate the snack; eyes still glowy with exhaustion.
Phainon almost died for a second time. Sleepy Anaxa was the cutest.
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“This can go one of two ways. Either you tell me what I want to know without any issues, or I beat you to a bloody pulp until you answer. Your choice.”
"Fuck you."
A sigh, "Why do you guys always make everything hard?" Phainon took off his blazer, throwing it somewhere he didn't really care. Rolling the sleeves of his shirt up, he said, "Keep him still."
After a brutal beating, the guy still refused to talk. "Pull his teeth out," Phainon said nonchalantly as he washed blood off his hands. His phone buzzed on his pocket.
I need you home, now.
Anaxagoras didn't even have to say it twice.
Phainon came home to the loveliest image in the whole freaking world. He even had to grab the doorframe to stop himself from collapsing.
His mate was sleeping peacefully on their bed looking absolutely adorable in his dromas patterned pyjamas, while hugging a big ass dromas plushie that Phainon bought for him in one of their dates. His sweet minty scent filled the whole room in a comforting warmth.
Warm heat. Anaxa was nesting.
The omega woke up looking all drowsy. "Finally," he said moving the blankets a little to make space for his mate. Phainon almost collapsed again.
Before he could get under the covers, Anaxa stopped him, "Take your shirt off." Who was he to say no to the gorgeous creature on his bed. Finally laying down next to Anaxa, the omega cuddled him plastering his face against Phainon's chest. Anaxa fell asleep like that, feeling safe in his mate's arms.
Phainon was the luckiest bastard ever.
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“If you don’t want your balls chopped off and delivered to your family's doorstep, you’ll tell me where they are!”
His phone buzzed.
Baby is craving The Molecular Biology of Plant Cells. Needs that book.
Phainon sat down cross-legged on an armchair watching his subordinates pulling teeth out of a guy. He didn't seem to mind the horrid screams coming from the one being tortured by the way he kept drinking his glass of whiskey nonchalantly.
His phone buzzed.
Baby needs more pillows and blankets.
His men threw gasoline over a pleading person. The guy dragged himself through the ground but his broken legs didn't take him far. Phainon lighted up a cigarette, smoked a few puffs, and then threw the lighter over the guy. Roaring flames lit up with beastly screams. He smoked another puff.
His phone buzzed.
Baby wants the new life size especial edition dromas plushie.
Celenova stood by Phainon's side as they oversaw their underlings getting rid of bodies. The corpses were lit on fire; the disgusting stench of burnt flesh overwhelming everyone.
His phone buzzed.
Baby craves a philodendron pink princess.
Phainon sighed, "I don't think this is how cravings work…"
At his side, Celenova snorted. "What are you saying little brother? Of course cravings work this way! Pregnancy hormones make some omegas crave food while others crave stuff they want to put on their nests, like books and life size dromas plushies."
"You sure? I never heard of that"
"Yes, I'm sure. You're an alpha, so you wouldn't understand." She was an alpha too, so what the hell was she talking about? Another sigh. Phainon wasn't an idiot. He knew damn well that his mate loved to use his pregnancy cravings as a mean to get people to do whatever he wanted. He also knew that his siblings had a soft spot for Anaxa, and would always make sure that Phainon did his best to keep him happy. "Go get your wife his exotic plant. I'll take care of this," Celenova said with a soft smile, playing dumb.
She saw her younger brother leaving, and immediately pulled out her phone.
He's starting to suspect, but I told him that's how cravings work.
Good. Don't let him realize.
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Anaxa's whole face illuminated once he saw Phainon entering his shop with his philodendron. He ran over, kissed his mate softly, grabbed his potted plant as if it was the biggest treasure in the whole world, and then started babbling random facts about the Philodendron genus.
"Philodendron presents a unisexual flowers in the spadix that are clustered in male, female and sterile zones; located at the basal, median and superior portions, respectively. The spadix, in nearly all of its extension, is surrounded by the spate…"
Phainon dissociated to appreciate how lovely his mate looked while talking about plants. His whole face was glowing as he happily talked, a healthy blush on his face and his wonderful scent… Damn, the alpha was head over heels.
He clearly knew what Anaxa doing, but he didn't care. As long as it meant seeing him happy, Phainon would buy everything Anaxa asked for.
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Baby kicked.
Whatever Phainon was doing at that moment for work, got thrown out the window. Their child moved for the first time, and he wasn't there? Hell no!
"I have another important business to attend to," he said to his men who were busy beating the shit out of two traitors. His underlings looked at him in question, but Phainon didn't even spared them a glance as he typed in his phone.
On my way.
"But boss, we still haven't finished with…" Phainon rolled his eyes in annoyance. The mob couldn't even finish speaking when the white-haired alpha pulled out his gun and shot the two traitors in the face. The corpses fell on the floor as blood splashed out from the wound between their eyes.
"There. Clean up the mess," Phainon said coldly, turning on his heels to leave.
Not even half an hour later, he arrived to the Grove; the jingling sound on the door announcing Phainon's presence. He almost melted into a puddle at the image of his gorgeous mate sitting behind the counter, guiding Castorice's hand through his bump with brows furrowed in concentration.
Castorice was a recent addition to the flower shop. Anaxa was fond of doing everything in his shop by himself, but with his pregnancy exhausting the heck out of his lithe body, he hired the quiet girl to help around. She turned out to be a great addition. Not only was Castorice great at taking care of plants and making bouquets, she was also amazing at sending texts to Phainon about his mate, without Anaxa knowing.
"It moved!" She said with a smile on her face. Anaxa smiled too, looking stunning.
The omega finally looked up, eyes meeting his husband's. "Phainon, shouldn't you be at work?" He said in a scolding way, though his scent betrayed him. Sweet and with some sort of relief that his mate was there to witness that especial moment.
"Castorice told me the baby was moving, so I came as fast as I could!"
"Of course she did," Anaxa said side-eyeing Castorice who only smiled. She moved away to water some flowers as the omega signaled for Phainon to come closer. "What are you standing there for? Come here."
Like the puppy Phainon was, he practically ran to his mate's side. Anaxa laughed softly at how cute and eager he was. "Here." The omega grabbed one of his mate's hands placing it gently over his stomach.
Phainon almost cried from happiness when he felt the little fluttering movements from their child. "Our baby is kicking!" the alpha exclaimed with the biggest joyful grin he had ever had in his life.
Anaxa pinched one of his husband's cheeks; a lovely smile adorning his face. "Yes. That's what babies do."
The cute moment was interrupted by Anaxa scrunching his nose in discomfort. Phainon instantly went into protective mode, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?!"
"I'm tired… and I need to pee." Anaxa whispered the last part, cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. Phainon blinked a little before bursting into a laugh that earned him a pout from his mate. He helped his lovely omega into the bathroom.
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"Here's how this is going to go. I'm going to ask you a question and if you don't tell me the truth, I'll start cutting off fingers. Get it?" The scared guy tied to a chair nodded. "Good. Now who gave you the information about…" Phainon was interrupted by his phone ringing. When he looked at who was calling, he grinned like an idiot.
"How's the loveliest person in the whole…"
Anaxa though, was having none of that. "Where's Greg?!" Grin turning into a nervous smile, Phainon gulped at how pissed off his mate sounded.
It made sense that he was furious. Since a few days ago, Anaxa was unable to get even close to their pet mini dromas without wanting to puke. Apparently, his pregnancy had Greg smelling foul to him to the point that Phainon had to lock their pet in a room, against his will. Poor dromas cried the whole night. The omega scowled angrily at his mate the rest of the day.
So, Phainon thought of the best solution ever. As that day was Sunday, the flower shop was closed. That meant that Anaxa could stay to rest at home. Lately he had been ridiculously tired, so Phainon let him sleep all he wanted. Anaxa was still sleeping when he left for work, only mumbling a goodbye. Taking advantage of this, the alpha took Greg with Castorice, who agreed to babysit the little dromas.
Everything was perfect… until Anaxa called.
Phainon forgot just how much his mate loved their pet.
"Sweetheart. I have to…"
"Bring. Gregorios. Home. Now." With that said, Anaxa hung up the phone. Phainon sighed, but complied.
Once he picked up Greg and brought him home, Phainon had a totally different problem. When he opened their penthouse door, their cute mini blue dromas ran all the way into Anaxa's arms, who was waiting at the couch. The latter hugged Greg with adoration, before his face turned into one of disgust. He pushed Greg a little; the dromas letting out a heartbreaking cry at being rejected.
Anaxa turned to his mate with an angry scowl on his face. "How dare your baby betray me like this?! This is your fault!"
Phainon slept on the couch that day.
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"Who gave you that information?"
"You must be joking if you think I'd tell you." Despite being tied up and forced to kneel on the ground, the guy had the guts to spit on Phainon's shoes.
The audacity!
Phainon chuckled. His expression changed in a flash to one full of murderous intent as he put his BerettaPx4 Storm on the dude's mouth. "Do I look like I'm joking to you? Let's see how much I'm joking when I blow your brains…"
His phone buzzed.
Baby wants deep-fried honey curd.
And who was Phainon to deny his mate?
He made a call and five minutes later, Zephyro, his older brother, walked in. The obstinate dude's eyes got clouded with fear. His whole body shook like a leaf. No wonder. Zephyro was known to be the main executioner in the family. Where Phainon was in charge of traitors, his brother got rid of anyone that got in their way in a ruthless way. No matter who.
"Is this the one who doesn't want to talk?"
"Yep"
Zephyro chuckled while he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up. "We can change that. Go take care of your wife. I'll take care of this one."
The brave guy wasn't so brave now. "Please no…"
"Have fun!" Phainon said walking out of the torture chamber waving at the guy.
An hour later he arrive at Anaxa's shop with the deep-fried honey curd his love requested. Before entering, Phainon took his time to stare at his mate's beauty through the window. Anaxa sat behind the counter reading one of his many books. He had his elbow over the counter, with one of his cheeks squished on his hand. Soft ray of sunset light illuminated his face making him glow even more than he already did. Phainon almost passed out in the middle of the street.
The alpha finally entered without making any noise to distract his mate. Never taking his eyes off the pages, Anaxa yawned cutely, covering his mouth with one hand hiding behind a sweater paw.
"Is that my sweater?"
"It's mine now."
"Of course. I brought your honey curd." Phainon said putting the paper bag on the counter. Anaxa perked up cutely at those words. He rummaged through the bag getting his sweet treat out. Stuffing his face immediately, he moaned in delight at the flavor. He always had a sweet tooth and apparently it got worse with his pregnancy.
"Where's Castorice?"
"Her sister is sick so I gave her the day off."
"I'll help you then." Phainon walked behind the counter. The rest of the afternoon was pretty calm. He sold some potted plants to an old lady that cooed at Anaxa, and also did a bouquet following his mate's orders. During the whole time, Anaxa kept munching on his snack. The sweet smell of the honey mixing with the omega's scent in a lovely way. Anaxa moaned after another bite while putting a hand over his bump and Phainon purred at the sight.
His mate looked at him with a smirk. "Come here."
Phainon complied. Anaxa pulled him into a honey flavored kiss that was more than perfect.
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"You ever been buried alive?" The gagged traitor couldn't even answer. His whole body trembled in fear at the sole idea of what was going to happen to him. How would being buried alive feel like? Would the dirt get inside his lungs and suffocate him? He thought he would be prepared for whatever came his way when he betrayed the Antimatter Legion, but he wasn't.
He also wasn't prepared to hear freaking Irontomb Phainon talking on the phone all lovey-dovey.
"What is it, love?"
"Pastel pink or blue?"
"What… ?"
"For the nursery. Which color?"
"What about both?"
"I don't like both." Anaxa sounded particularly upset about that fact. So, being the provider alpha he was, Phainon ordered to bury the guy quickly and ran home as fast as he could.
Once he got inside, Phainon ran all the way to the nursery room. Just like he expected, Anaxa was sitting sadly in the rocking chair, scent full of heartbreak; Phainon's heart broke at the sight. He let out his scent trying to comfort his distressed mate.
Kneeling in front of his mate, Phainon whispered, "Hey." He took Anaxa's hands between his own kissing his knuckles softly. His mate was someone that never cried, but pregnancy hormones were taking a toll on him lately making him more susceptible to his feelings.
"I want dromases."
"We can get all the dromases you want."
"And more pillows."
"Of course."
"A cute crib bedding."
"We'll get it too. We'll get everything you want."
Phainon pulled his mate into his arms. Anaxa sank his head on his husband's neck, getting comforted by his scent.
"Stupid hormones."
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Their job in the family was simple: take traitors, interrogate them and kill them once they talked. Easy enough, but apparently his men were fucking stupid. "Why the fuck did you kill them?!" Phainon shouted with rage.
"We… we thought…"
"Really? Cause it doesn't seem like you did! The next person who doesn't follow orders gets their kneecaps blown off!" All of Phainon's underlings stared at the ground in silence. They knew perfectly well that if they opened their mouth, the alpha wouldn't hesitate to kill them.
Running a hand through his hair in frustration, Phainon exclaimed, "Somebody get me some alcohol!" All the mobs ran away to get him a glass.
His phone buzzed. A text from Phantylia. What did his sister want when she was supposedly on her day off?
He almost passed out from cuteness when he opened it.
It was a picture with the caption :D baby shopping. In it was Anaxa looking as gorgeous as ever with his still small baby bump (despite being eight months along) holding the cutest bear baby snowsuit with a gentle smile on his pretty face. Phainon purred in delight.
"Your whiskey, sir."
He grabbed the glass without taking his eyes off his phone. Once he did, the smile on his face disappeared as he turned back to his men. "Where was I?" he said with coldness on his voice. The poor guys trembled under his intense gaze; his scent overpowering everyone in the room prompting them to bow down.
His phone buzzed again. Another text from Phantylia.
This time it was of Anaxa sleeping peacefully on her car on their way back from shopping. His expression was serene with pink dusting his cheeks. He held an ice cream cup on his hand that laid forgotten by the way it was melting. Cute. Phainon collapsed.
With how beautiful his mate was, he forgot that he was pissed. Instead, Phainon showed off the pictures of his husband telling everyone how stunning, glowing and gorgeous he was.
While he babbled, all his underlings thought the same thing: thank you Anaxagoras, you saved our lives.
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Sunday mornings were the ones where they could laze around at home. Phainon almost never had work on those days and Anaxa kept the shop closed. That way, they could enjoy their time together.
And enjoying they were.
They both moaned at the wonderful feeling of reaching the climax. That morning they went for two rounds of sex before Anaxa pushed him away saying he felt nasty and wanted to shower. For someone close to giving birth, he sure had a lot of energy when it came to having sex.
When Phainon came down to the kitchen after showering, he found Anaxa making pancakes with chocolate chips. He kept eating the chocolate instead of putting it on the batter.
Phainon embraced him from behind, brushing a kiss over the mate mark on Anaxa's neck before laying his head on his shoulder. "I won't have breakfast with you tomorrow. There's a lunch meetin…"
"What do you mean? You're not working tomorrow." Anaxa interrupted. He was still munching on chocolate, not paying attention to his husband.
"Why?"
"I'm giving birth," he said nonchalantly as if he was talking about whatever. Anaxa put the batter on his dromas shaped pan. The sizzling sound was the only thing that could be heard on their kitchen.
"Love you're due to next week. The doctor said…"
Interrupted again, "Yeah, but I know our daughter better. We should pack our stuff for tomorrow."
Phainon sighed, not really knowing what to say. The pancakes were good, though.
Anaxa ended up giving birth the next day just how he said. After the whole thing, he was fucking tired. Terrible experience, he wouldn't do it again.
Phainon cried once the doctors handed their baby to them. The moment they had their tiny daughter on their arms, was the best of their lives.
"You're having the next one, I don't care if you're an alpha."
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Family lunches were the worst.
The whole thing was a disaster. Luxbane kept asking for baby pictures, while his twin Archforger questioned Phainon about which college they were sending his four month old baby. Phantylia came with an absurd amount of fashionable baby clothes to gift Hyacine. Then she fought with Asat Pramad after he told her how bad her fashion sense was. Zephyro was the only one talking about work. He described with details how he killed people while Nanook nodded. Finally, Celenova ignored everyone while she ate her lunch.
A shit show.
They were supposed to talk about family business, not whatever that was.
For the rest of the stupid lunch, they kept asking why he hadn't brought Anaxa and Hyacine with him; as if they weren't there to talk about drug trafficking, kidnapping, money laundry and tax evasion. Of course Phainon wanted his four month baby and his mate listening to how Zephyro flayed a dude alive while eating eggs and bacon.
As if things weren't already bad, Nanook announced finally getting married after god knows how long, making everyone lose their minds. Hell broke lose. Phainon wished someone would take him away from that misery.
That someone came in the form of his gorgeous mate. He had never been so glad to have his phone buzzing. Thank god!
Hyacine is crying
We need your scent
Come home
No one saw him leaving as the kept arguing about Nanook's freaking life choices. Once Phainon arrived home, he found a terribly exhausted mate holding a little girl making a fuss in the middle of their living room Without either saying anything, Anaxa passed their daughter into Phainon's arms; baby immediately relaxing at her father's scent. Her powdery baby scent relaxing Phainon too.
The omega threw himself face down on the couch. "Welcome home," he said with a sleepy voice. "How was lunch?"
Phainon groaned, "Terrible."
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"You won't answer?" The traitor remained silent. This one was obstinate in taking everything to the grave. Phainon sighed; he was already used to others like this one. "Oh? Well then, I guess your ears don't work, so it doesn't matter if we cut them off." He nodded his head towards one of his men who had a knife on his hands and walked calmly towards the prisoner.
"Wai-!"
Phainon's phone rang. He mouthed a do it, before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
"Hi dad!" Came his daughter's sweet voice.
He grinned from ear to ear. "Hi, sweetie!"
Another voice came from the phone, "Hyacinthia wants you to come home. She said she wouldn't go to sleep unless you read her a story."
In the background, Phainon heard screams, but paid no mind in favor of talking to his family. Anaxa kept speaking, "She's tired of Go the fuck to sleep." A little gasp and a daddy don't swear accompanied his mate's sweet voice.
"You shouldn't curse in front of her."
"And you shouldn't kill people, but regardless."
He chuckled. Sounds of hands grabbing the phone and a careful made his heart swell with love for his family. "Dad, can we bake cookies tomorrow?" Hyacine asked with excitement painting her voice.
"Of course! I'll be there soon. Choose the book you want me to read for you."
"Yay!"
Anaxa sighed, "She's going to choose that fat pegasus adventure book she likes so much."
"She always chooses that one."
The omega hummed. "Be careful on your way home. I love you."
"I love you more," Phainon said like a lovesick fool walking out of the place to go on his way home.
Inside the torture chamber the mobs were confused. With an ear on his hand, one of them asked, "Now what?"