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“Do you want to leave through the garage? You wouldn’t have to deal with the mess at the front door.” Kayle finally asked after they stood in an awkward silence for several minutes.
Kloh gave her a smile and shook his head. “No.”
What did he need to avoid them for? It was none of his business. And he didn’t plan on making it his business. Kayle looked at him and hesitated, wanting to persuade him otherwise but stopped herself. She sighed and nodded.
“Alright then. Let me walk you to the car. I made some lasagna for you to take home.” Kayle waved him forward.
After a quick good night kiss to the little ones, the two made their way downstairs. It was much quieter than before. They both unintentionally peeked at the front door. It was now closed. They gave each other a look. Walking into the kitchen, they saw Aida washing dishes, if you could call it that. The water was running, the sponge in one hand, a plate in another. But the look in her eyes said that she was somewhere else. Kayle slowly walked up behind her. Aida visibly jumped and flinched before realizing it was Kayle. Kayle started talking softly to her, nothing that Kloh could hear but he saw Aida visibly relax. Kayle had her put down the items in her hands, rinse off and then turned the tap off.
“Why don’t you go say good night to the kids? I’ll see Kloh out.” Kayle suggested in a mellow and calm tone.
Aida, who still seemed a bit out of it, nodded. She patted Kayle’s arm, giving her a weak smile before turning to head upstairs. She stopped by Kloh, pausing to look at him. Kloh looked back. It was as though she never took a really good look at him. She looked over his messy hair, his bright eyes, the light frown on his lips. He had his arms crossed and was leaning against the wall by the door. A pose that usually screamed arrogance but in this case didn’t. He was on guard in a way he never was around the kids or even Kayle. He frowned deeper, a tinge of impatience dancing on his brow.
For a moment she caught the flash of resemblance. The same flash that haunted her almost a decade. She took a deep breath and shook her head. Her hand twitched and for a second she wanted to reach out to him and to caress or to pat or just to do something but caught herself. They were no longer in such a relationship where either of them would be comfortable with such a gesture.
“Be careful around Kristoff. He only wants to use you for his own benefit. Don’t believe his nonsense.” She ended up saying before going past him.
Kloh blinked slowly and turned to watch her go upstairs. Then turned back to Kayle, who could only sigh deeply and offer him a halfhearted smile. Kloh didn’t ask and she didn’t offer. They tactically avoided the conversation that couldn’t be had without Aida. Instead Kayle packed a pan of lasagna and Swedish meatballs for Kloh. He said his thanks, promised to let her know when he got home, took the bag and left.
As he sat in his car, Aida’s words played back in his ears. He only wants to use you for his own benefit. Use him? How? Kloh didn’t have anything that would be worth anything to him. The man literally was worth millions. Kloh had nothing to offer him.
Other than a familial relationship.
He twitched at the thought. Kristoff couldn’t be looking for him now that he was an alpha, could he? It’s not like he didn’t know of Kloh’s existence before. What was so special about now that made him seek Kloh out? The only thing that changed was Kloh’s secondary gender. So he must care that Kloh is an alpha. But what Kloh couldn’t figure out was why that suddenly mattered. Kristoff already had an alpha child, Seph. The crease in his forehead deepened as he sorted through everything Ares had told him about their shared father. It wasn’t much. The man was never home. And when he was, he mostly stayed at his office or was out in meetings.
Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you’re a womanizer
Oh, womanizer, oh, you’re a womanizer, baby
Kloh snapped out of it and fumbled for his phone. He chuckled as he heard the song get louder. Wesley was truly a character. He didn’t know when the omega had set a personalized ringtone for himslef. He glanced at the time and saw that the spa would be closing soon.
“Kloh baby!” Wesley screamed into the receiver.
Kloh winced and pulled the phone from his ear before replying.
“Hey, you need me to pick y’all up?”
“Nope, no siree. Mars came for us already. Isn’t that right honeybunny?” Wesley giggled and Kloh could hear the muffled response in the background.
Listening closer, he could also hear loud music playing and clinking of bottles.
“Wesley, where are you guys?” He asked.
More sounds filtered in. He could hear more muffled voices or singing or yelling. He wasn’t sure but one thing he was sure was that they weren’t home. Had they gone out?
“KLOH! You should come here. Wait OHMYGOD I LOVE THIS SONG!” Wesley came back into range then was quickly gone.
“Wesley? Hello? Wes?” A pinch of panic edging into his voice.
“Hey Kloh. Sorry about that. I’ll send you the address.” Mars’s gruff voice entered the phone.
Kloh calmed down a bit after hearing Mars’s calmer voice. It seemed like at least Mars was still somewhat sane.
“Where exactly are y’all?”
“Karaoke bar. I’ll explain once you’re here.” Mars spoke loudly.
Although he was speaking to Kloh he sounded distracted. Something fell in the background. The sound made Kloh jump in surprise.
‘Text me when you’re outside.” Mars yelled into the phone a moment after.
“Mars, wait. Why–”
“Wesley, get off the counter! Dex don’t jo— fucking hell!” Mars cursed profusely then yelled back in the phone. “Get here Kloh!”
The line went dead and the beeping noise filled the quiet car. Several minutes passed before his phone lit up with a text notification. It was an address. It pinged again. This time was a picture with a follow up text.
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“Kloh. Finally, you’re here. These two psychopaths are quite literally working my last nerve.” Was the first thing Mars said to Kloh as he pulled up beside Mars’s car and got out.
The back passenger door was open and Kloh could see long legs dangling. He heard Wesley and Dex laughing loudly. Mars stood in front of the open door like a bodyguard, ready to stop either of them from leaving the car. He looked beyond stressed and very tired. When Kloh stopped next to him, he gave a relieved sigh and patted Kloh’s arm.
“The tall one is all yours.” He said and stepped aside.
Kloh couldn’t help but chuckle. The tall one was his. He peered into the car and saw Dex laying across the backseat, his legs dangling freely outside the car. Wesley was somehow sitting on the floor behind the pushed in driver’s seat. The two were clearly drunk, giggling and whispering to each other. The distinct smell of alcohol made Kloh wonder just how much they drank. Seeing as they didn’t notice, or atleast made no move to acknowledge his presence he turned to Mars.
“I believe I was promised an explanation when I got here.” He looked at the alpha.
Mars laughed a bit. “You were. Just let me – unlock your backdoor. I’m tired.”
Kloh rolled his eyes and opened the back door. Mars sat down and groaned as he stretched his arms. Even as he relaxed a bit he watched the open backdoor of his own car, right across from him. After making sure that neither Dex or Wesley looked like they were gonna run out, he faced Kloh.
“Alright, here’s what I know. Those two monsters,” he pointed at the backdoor, “called me like 3 hours ago saying they were done. I figure you were still busy cause otherwise why call me. We get into the car and Wesley puts in the address for here,” he waved towards the karaoke bar behind them, “He says that they have a sudden craving to get wasted and sing badly. And I for some reason believe them and drive them here. Those little shits drank damn near 5 bottles all together. And went freaking crazy. I was gonna call you but the short one stole my phone. Finally he ended up calling you on his own phone. And now here we are.” Mars sighed and pushed his hair back.
Kloh took some time to process. By the time he was done, he had so many questions. And it seemed like Mars wouldn’t be able to answer them. He stepped back into view of the two. They were still whispering to each other. Kloh took a deep breath and knocked on the car roof to gain their attention. The two looked over at him with an almost exaggerated look of disbelief. Like they couldn’t believe Kloh was here.
They scrambled. Dex sat up, pulling his legs to himself. Wesley got up off the floor and sat on the backseat, blocking Kloh from Dex. With a flushed face and an angry glare, he held out his arms.
“You’re not –hic– allowed to take him until you answer all –hic– my questions.” Wesley announced as he swayed very lightly.
Kloh laughed in disbelief, which made Wesley glare at him harder. Well it was more of an angry squint than a glare. It made him look adorable. Klph looked back at Mars as if to confirm he heard that correctly. Mars just shrugged.
“Just answer. He gets crazy when he’s drunk.” Mars told him then laid back in the car.
Kloh scoffed and turned back to the omega. He turned his eyes to the bigger omega behind Wesley. Dex, who was peeking at him, hurriedly covered his face. He, like Wesley, was flushed. His eyes were wide and watery from being drunk. He kept glancing at Kloh then looking away whenever their eyes met. The cycle repeated. Kloh found the sight too adorable. His heart melted a little and was less annoyed by the situation.
“Fine then. Please ask away.” Kloh leaned against the open door frame.
“–hic– okay. Are y –hic– woo okay. Kloh, are you –hic– you a virgin?” Wesley burped a bit at the end.
Behind him, Mars stifled a laugh. Kloh, himself, bit back a smile and glanced at Dex. He was staring at Kloh, his ears turning redder. He hiccuped and looked away, shyly.
“I think we all know the answer to that question, Wesley.” Kloh said with a little laugh.
If this was the extent of questioning then he truly had no issue playing along. Although he and Mars were trying not to laugh, Wesley still did his best to maintain a serious look.
“I mean –hic– before Dex. You –hic– you –hic– had sex before.” Wesley accused, reaching to poke Kloh’s chest.
But his depth perception was completely off. He stabbed the air violently a couple of times before looking at his own hand in confusion. Then he squinted at Kloh and scooted forward. He reached out slowly. Once he made contact with Kloh’s chest, he grinned and then repeated the stabbing action. When it found purchase he giggled widely before going back to his fake seriousness.
“Answer me.” He squint glared again.
Kloh let out an exasperated sigh. What exactly was this line of questioning? Sex before Dex? He glanced at Dex, who was also waiting for his answer. Kloh exhaled and ran a hand through his hair.
“No Wesley.” He stared at Dex as he spoke. “Dex was my first and only time.”
Dex blushed and ducked his head down. Wesley moved closer and stared at Kloh. He didn’t blink for several minutes, making Kloh worry. When he finally blinked he nodded to himself.
“We need the room.” He pushed Kloh.
Kloh moved back and Wesley closed the door. He quickly turned to Dex and the two started whispering fiercely. They would stop, look at Kloh then continue speaking. It looked like they were arguing over something. Dex tugged at Wesley’s arm but the smaller man shook his head. Kloh leaned against his own car.
“Any idea what they’re talking about?” Kloh nudged Mars’s leg.
“Not sure exactly. I’m assuming it’s a conspiracy theory though.” Mars laughed.
“How so?”
“When they were drinking, they mentioned someone named Alex? Alexandre? Something like that. Anyway apparently he was marked by some alpha and said alpha marked another omega without telling him about the Alex kid. Quite messy if you ask me. And what a douche. I hope he gets his ass beat by….”
Kloh felt like a bolt of lightning hit him. Mars’s voice faded out. Alexandre? It couldn’t be the Alexandre he knew, right? But with a glance at the two whispering omegas, coupled with the previous questions, he knew. He just knew it was about him. A terrible feeling grew in his chest. He stood up, taking a few steps to stand in front of the door. He anxiously knocked on the window, interrupting the slightly escalating conversation.
The two stopped speaking and looked over at him. Wesley frowned at him and made no move to open the door. Dex bit his lip nervously. Kloh pulled the door and saw it was locked. Dex made a move to unlock it but was stopped by Wesley. Kloh frowned as Wesley whispered something to him.
“Open the door.” Kloh said.
A muffled no was Wesley’s response. Kloh tried to catch Dex’s eyes but the man ducked, refusing to look at him. The bad feeling grew. What the fuck had Alexnadre told them? He tugged the handle a couple of times and knocked again.
“Wesley. Dex. Open the door.” A commanding tone edged into Kloh’s voice.
The feeling grew. He was being kept away from his mate, his omega. His omega was being taken away. Something was scratching at his heart. Vaguely, he understood that it was a spill over from his rut and that no one was really taking Dex from him. But the irrational thought festered in his mind. He had to explain to Dex so that he could get him back.
“Dude, you okay? You’re kinda leaking pheromones.” Mars commented as he sat back up.
Kloh ignored him and counted to tell the two to open the door. Intermittently knocking and pulling at the handle. Wesley was resolute and replied no every single time. The frustration built in Kloh.
“Open the fucking door Wesley!” He finally yelled.
“No!” Wesley yelled back.
“What the fuck did Alexandre say to you?!” He immediately followed up, slamming his hand against the car door.
Wesley and Dex jumped in surprise as the car shook. They looked at each other. Kloh felt like he was breathing heavily. Was he breathing heavily? It didn’t matter. The intrusive thoughts rolled around his head. He continued to stare at the two. Wesley whispered rapidly with Dex shaking and nodding his head. They seemed to come to some agreement.
“Kloh, I’m not sure what’s happening, but I need you to reign it in before someone calls the cops or worse the OPA. You’re fucking leaking my guy.” Mars was standing right next to him, cautiously looking him over.
“Tell Wesley to open the door.” Kloh replied, voice slightly choked with an emotion he couldn’t quite describe.
“Not with those oppressive pheromones coming from you. One, Wesley is in there. And I may like you but I won’t have my omega smelling like you. Also, Dex is freaking sensitive to your pheromones. It’ll hurt him so reign it the fuck in.” Mars seriously whispered to him, a small threat of violence in his voice.
Kloh knew that Dex would still be extremely sensitive this close to the end of his rut. But he really couldn’t control it. He turned back to his car. Reaching into the middle compartment, he pulled out pills that he hadn’t had to take in weeks. He easily swallowed two and took several deep breaths, waiting for the effect to set in. Soon the saturation of pheromones reduced to the barest amount. He wouldn’t be able to release above a certain threshold with the pills in his system. And thankfully they also cleared up his mind.
Mars watched him with crossed arms. Once he could no longer smell cloves, he relaxed a bit. He glanced at the two inside. They both had stopped speaking and were looking at Kloh. Dex looked worried whereas Wesley looked pissed. After calming down, Kloh turned back to Mars’s car. Wesley moved forward and rolled the window a bit.
“Why did Alexandre say you marked him?” He coldly asked, no longer sounding as drunk as he was before.
“Bullshit. I never marked him.” Kloh said through clenched teeth.
“Bullshit. He showed us.” Wesley snapped back.
“Impossible! How the fuck could I have marked someone while I was still biologically an omega and one that wasn’t fully mature at that.”
“Not impossible. Immature alphas can accidentally mark someone.”
“Wesley!” Mars couldn’t understand why the man kept arguing back with the clearly agitated alpha.
Wesley made a little noise and crossed his arms. Kloh clenched his fists repeatedly. Now he understood what was happening. He knew what that delusional omega had told them. And he had to clear it up. He took a deep breath and stepped forward. He walked around the car until he was standing at the side Dex was on. Dex watched him stop in front of the window.
“You better not open it.” Wesley quickly told Dex.
“For fucks sake Welsey.” Mars cursed.
“Don’t curse at me. I’m not the one in trouble here.” He replied with an eyeroll.
Kloh ignored their bickering and looked at Dex, through the window. Dex bit his lip a bit, unable to look directly at Kloh. Kloh knocked on the window and motioned for him to lower the window. Dex hesitated for a second before lowering the window until they were face to face. Kloh restrained himself from reaching in and unlocking the door. He was better than that.
“Baby. Please don’t tell me you believe him.” Kloh whispered.
“He wasn’t lying, Kloh. At the very least he believes it.” Dex replied, still looking away.
“Ask me Dex. I already told you that you could ask me anything and I’d answer you.” Kloh stared at him intensely.
Dex caught his eyes and was stuck, unable to look away. The alcohol cloud in his mind had already started to clear. He knew that what he was doing was childish. He did trust Kloh. But doubt was sinking in. Coupled with alcohol and the numerous theories they thought of as they drank, it was hard to not believe it. He glanced back at Wesley, who was sulking at the other side. Mars was quietly chastising him. Dex knew why Wesley was acting this way. He had seen what Dex was like after the whole Sebastian situation. He was being protective. He even vouched for Kloh a bit despite the implications.
“Baby.”
Dex turned back towards Kloh. Kloh’s voice was a little hoarse as though he was holding back a shit ton of emotions. Which he was. He didn’t want to scare Dex. Despite the pills, the need to monopolize Dex was pushing at the back of his head.
“Just ask. I’ll tell you what actually happened if you’d like to know. The choice is yours.” Kloh said softly.
“Did you mark him?”
“No.”
“Okay. Did you two have sex?”
“No. At least not as far as I remember.”
“What does that even mean?”
Kloh cleared his throat. For a second he couldn’t get words out.
“It means exactly what I said. I don’t remember doing so.”
“Implying that you were in a situation where you wouldn’t be capable of remembering?” Wesley butted in.
“Wes!” Mars quickly scolded him.
“Yes. That’s what it means.” Kloh responded.
“Kloh? What– ” Dex stopped speaking as several scenarios filled his head, all of which were not good.
“Can we do this somewhere less public?” Kloh directed the question to Dex.
He didn’t talk about this. He didn’t like talking about this. He hadn’t talked about it since it happened. And he swore he wouldn’t talk about it again. Until he met Dex. He realized after the whole Ares thing that he wanted Dex to know everything about. The good, the bad, the ugly. He had planned on telling him before their first time but shit happened too quickly. Now was as good a time as any. He had nothing to be ashamed of anyway. He had come to terms with it anyway. And he trusted Dex with life, why not with his supposed shame. A look of resolution covered Kloh’s face.
“Can we go to your place Wesley?”
“I take it back. I don’t want to know.” Dex hurriedly said, as he continued to imagine scenarios.
Each scenario was worse than the last one. Kloh gave him a smile. It was such a determined, trusting smile that it made Dex’s heart ache. Kloh reached forward and stroked Dex’s cheek.
“It’s fine. I was gonna tell you anyway.” He said with a comforting smile.
Wesley went silent as several dots started to connect for him. He glanced at Mars, who had also become quiet. Dex bit his lip again. The constantly abused lip split a bit. Kloh brushed his thumb over Dex’s lip.
“Don’t bite your lip so often. The skin is fragile.” Kloh muttered softly.
“You can use our place.” Wesley answered the previous question.
“I’ll follow. You guys drive ahead.” Kloh gave them a smile.
He pinched Dex’s chin lightly before releasing him and backing away. Dex’s eyes anxiously followed him. He started to get out of the car but Kloh silently pushed closed the opening door.
“Ride with them. I need to organize my thoughts.” Kloh told him.
“But–”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Kloh.”
“Seriously. I’ll be fine. We’ll talk at the house.”
Kloh gave him another smile before patting the door. He walked around the car, back to his own. Mars exhaled slowly before also moving. They got into their respective cars. Mars pulled out first. Kloh took a moment before following. Several thoughts ran through his head. But there was one overall important point.
He had to clear up this misunderstanding.
He couldn’t allow Alexandre to undermine his relationship. Not when fucking happiness. Even if that meant ripping off an old scab from a past scar. Dex deserved the truth. And plus he needed to say it outloud once. Just once to the only person he trusted with the story.
And what a story it was.
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Author’s Note
The next chapters will be a ride.
Enjoy. Enjoy. Breathe….. And Enjoy.
I wonder what happened did allow her drugged 😰
Kloh
Dang autocorrect
Oh yeah, the guys investigating did say they thought the induced rut at the beginning was not the first time he was drugged, right? It might not have been the same drug or the same reaction though.
Good catch! I’d forgotten about hoe he was drugged before even tho the story legit starts out that way.
Poor Dex, he’s clearly been so miserable and feeling betrayed.
Woooooo gonna bite my tablet waiting for the story, damn you know how to entertain us 🙂 Thanks and fingers crossed for your exams!
Thanks for the chapter ♥️♥️
Cliffhanger! 😭😭😭
Thank you for the update~!
Thanks for the chapter
Thank you for the chapter!
Wes has got some big (alpha) balls man. He gives no shits and will go off on anyone. Mars is gonna go grey early from all the stress.
Though I don’t like how Wesley handled it. 😕
To be honest, I didn’t like it either. I hope there’s an apology from him re: his drunken behavior and the fact he’s forcing Kloh to admit he was sexually assaulted and drugged.
Yep, but very true to his character, he protects cause he know what may happen
He didn’t protect his best friend, what does he think could’ve happened if he let the couple talk, right? 😢 He just wanna know what the hell is going on.
For sure alcohol made it muuuuuch worse and actived protecc mode 🙂
Where’s the reply botton again? Haaays.
Anyway, he better apologize later. Alcohol can’t be use as an excuse for suddenly lashing out on your friend’s boyfriend without any evidence of what really happened and forcing them in public instead of letting the couple just talk with each other. Suddenly lashing like this could get him into trouble in the future and also the people around him. Hoping for a character development here.
Yep, I agree Was shouldn’t be like that, our main guys know to handle things and talk
I wanna see character developmeeeeeent. Where he’s still savage and being himself but treating Kloh as a friend equal to others and protecting everyone. Petition for character developmeeeeeent! 🙇♀️
Reply botton doesn’t like lil’o me, it keeps going to the stlore buying some milk~
+1 to this petition. Mars deserves better.
Same.
I miss Kloh’s friends. Wesley Is too much for me. I can’t stand friends who are overprotective to the point of bulldozing the person they’re supposedly helping. Means they don’t trust their friend enough to make a coherent decision and it’s infantilizing.
I absolutely agree. To control your friend’s actions like that is just wrong. Even alcohol is no excuse.
Wesley is annoying