Chapter - 13
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Pete couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through his chest whenever he thought about Vegas. The way his heart raced, the way his stomach fluttered, the way his cheeks burned—it was all so new, so overwhelming, but also so… right.
As the evening deepened, Pete’s thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on his door. He looked up, his heart skipping a beat as his father poked his head into the room.
“Pete?” Chan’s voice was gentle, filled with the warmth and care that Pete had always relied on. “Can I come in?”
Pete nodded, quickly wiping his hands on his pants as if to hide the nervous energy coursing through him. “Of course, Papa.”
Chan stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him. He took a seat on the edge of Pete’s bed, his expression calm but curious. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” he began, his tone careful. “About the marriage proposal.”
Pete’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He had known this conversation was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier. He looked down at his hands, his fingers fidgeting nervously. “What about it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Chan studied his son for a moment, his eyes filled with understanding. “I just want to know what you’re thinking,” he said gently. “I’m not forcing you into anything, son. This is your decision. If you’re not ready, or if you don’t feel a connection with Vegas, that’s okay. I’ll support whatever you decide.”
Pete swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He knew his father meant every word, and that only made it harder. But deep down, he also knew what he wanted. What he really wanted.
“Papa,” Pete began, his voice trembling slightly. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “I… I’ve thought about it. And I… I want to marry Vegas.”
The words hung in the air, heavy and final. Pete’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, but there was also a sense of relief, as if a weight had been lifted off his chest.
Chan’s eyes widened in surprise, but then a warm smile spread across his face. “Are you sure, son?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. “You don’t have to say yes just because I proposed it. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
Pete shook his head, his determination growing stronger. “I’m sure, Papa,” he said, his voice firmer now. “I really want to marry him.”
Chan’s smile widened, and he reached out, placing a hand on Pete’s shoulder. “I’m so happy to hear that, dear.” he said, his voice filled with pride. “I’ll let Vegas’s father know right away. This is wonderful news.”
The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside him. What would Vegas think? Would he be happy about the marriage?
Pete’s mind drifted back to the dream, to the way Vegas had looked at him, the way he had called him beautiful, cute, perfect. A small smile tugged at Pete’s lips as he replayed the memory in his head. Maybe… just maybe… Vegas felt something too. Maybe that was why his father had proposed the marriage in the first place.
The thought made Pete’s heart swell with hope. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be married to Vegas—to wake up next to him every morning, to share quiet moments together, to build a life side by side. It was a dream, yes, but it was a dream that felt within reach.
As Pete lay there, his mind filled with thoughts of Vegas, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness.
He felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be. And as the night deepened, Pete drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with visions of a future that felt brighter than ever.
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Chan stepped into his study, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting a warm light over the room. He closed the door behind him, his mind still buzzing with the conversation he had just had with Pete. His son had agreed to the marriage—a decision that filled Chan with both pride and relief.
Taking a deep breath, Chan picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. The line rang twice before a deep, authoritative voice answered.
“Gun,” Chan said, his tone calm but firm. “It’s Chan. I have good news.”
There was a brief pause on the other end, and then Gun’s voice came through, sharp and to the point. “What is it?”
“Pete has agreed to the marriage,” Chan said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. “He’s ready to marry Vegas.”
The silence that followed was heavy, but Chan could almost feel the satisfaction radiating through the phone. When Gun finally spoke, his voice was laced with a sense of urgency. “Good. That’s very good. I want this marriage to happen as soon as possible. No delays.”
Chan raised an eyebrow, surprised by Gun’s haste. “As soon as possible? How soon are we talking?”
“Three days,” Gun said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I don’t want to waste any time. The sooner this marriage is finalized, the better.”
Chan frowned, his mind racing. Three days was an incredibly short timeframe to arrange a wedding, especially one as significant as this. But he also knew better than to argue with Gun. The man was not one to be trifled with, and once he had made up his mind, there was no changing it.
“Three days,” Chan repeated, his voice calm and firm. “That’s… a big challenge. But if that’s what you want, we’ll make it happen.”
"Okay." Gun said, and with that, the line went dead.
Chan set the phone down, letting out a slow breath. Three days. That was all the time they had to prepare for a wedding that would change Pete’s life forever.
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Meanwhile, in the minor family’s mansion, Gun sat in his study, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He had gotten what he wanted—a marriage that would secure Vegas’s future. But more than that, he had ensured that Vegas would be tied to someone good. Pete was kind, gentle, and, most importantly, obedient. He was the perfect match for Vegas, someone who would keep his son in line without causing any trouble.
Gun leaned back in his chair, his mind already racing with plans for the wedding. It would be a grand event. A display of power and wealth that would leave no doubt about the strength of their alliance. And once the marriage was finalized, there would be no turning back. Vegas would be bound to Pete, and Gun would have one less thing to worry about.
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Back in Pete’s room, the young omega lay on his bed, his mind still swirling with thoughts of Vegas and the upcoming marriage. He couldn’t believe how quickly everything was happening. Just a few hours ago, he had been lost in a dream about Vegas, now he told his papa he wants to marry Vegas.
The thought made his heart race, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside him. He couldn’t help but wonder what Vegas thought about all of this.
Pete’s mind drifted back to the dream, to the way Vegas had looked at him, the way he had called him beautiful, cute, perfect. A small smile tugged at his lips as he replayed the memory in his head.
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