Chapter - 7
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The sky was still painted in soft hues of blue and pink when Vegas stepped into the mansion. The lingering scent of whiskey and smoke clung to his clothes, but he barely noticed. His mind was still tangled with last night's conversation-with his father's demand, with Porsche's reaction.
He needed a distraction.
With a slow exhale, he walked down the hall and stopped in front of Macau's room. The door was slightly ajar, and inside, he could hear the rustling of fabric and the soft shuffling of footsteps.
Vegas pushed the door open.
Macau was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie. The school uniform looked crisp on him, the neatly pressed shirt tucked into his dark trousers.
The moment Macau saw him, his face lit up with a warm, genuine smile. "Hia!"
Vegas leaned against the doorframe, watching him. "You heard what Dad said last night."
Macau's smile faltered, but he nodded. He didn't say anything-he didn't need to. The tension in the house had been thick enough to choke on.
Vegas sighed and pushed himself off the doorframe. He didn't want to talk about that anymore.
"Come on," he said, forcing a smirk. "I'll drive you to school."
Macau blinked in surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah."
For a second, Macau just stared at him, as if making sure he wasn't joking. Then, his entire face brightened.
"Okay!" he grinned, grabbing his bag in a hurry.
Vegas chuckled at his excitement. It was such a simple thing, yet Macau acted like he'd just been given the best news of his life.
"Alright, let's go before you're late," Vegas said, stepping aside to let Macau pass.
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The engine purred softly as Vegas drove through the quiet morning streets. The roads weren't too crowded yet, and the city was just beginning to wake up. Sunlight streamed through the windshield, casting a warm glow over the dashboard.
Macau sat beside him, his school bag resting on his lap. For a while, there was only silence-comfortable, undemanding.
Then, out of nowhere, Macau spoke.
"Hia, stop in front of that shop."
Vegas glanced at him, one eyebrow raised. "Why?"
Macau didn't answer immediately. His eyes were fixed outside, his fingers tapping lightly against his bag. Then, he turned to Vegas with a small, almost sheepish smile.
"I want to buy some pastries."
Vegas chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. "Seriously? You had breakfast, didn't you?"
Macau grinned. "Yeah, but I want more. Come on, just stop."
Vegas sighed, but there was amusement in his voice when he said, "Fine."
He pulled the car over in front of the pastry shop. The small café had a warm, inviting look, with shelves stacked with fresh bread and desserts visible through the glass window. The smell of butter and sugar drifted into the air, instantly making Macau's eyes sparkle.
Without waiting, Macau unbuckled his seatbelt and hopped out of the car.
Vegas followed, hands in his pockets, watching as his younger brother excitedly scanned the display case. The sight made him smile
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The moment Vegas stepped into the pastry shop, a strange feeling settled over him. The place was... warm. Cozy. A stark contrast to the world he wasn't used to one filled with shadows, power, and danger.
Soft golden lights illuminated the neatly arranged tables, the scent of fresh bread and sugar filling the air. The quiet hum of conversation mixed with the occasional clinking of plates. It was peaceful, almost dreamlike.
Vegas wasn't sure why, but he found himself relaxing.
Then his eyes drifted toward the counter.
Behind it, standing with complete focus, was a boy.
Dressed in a simple blue apron, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he was carefully frosting a cake. His hands moved with precision. His soft hair curled slightly at the ends, framing his delicate face. His lips were slightly parted in concentration, and his brows furrowed just a little.
He looked... sweet. And definitely he's an omega.
And for some reason, Vegas couldn't look away.
The world around him blurred as he watched the boy work, completely lost in his task. The soft glow of the shop lights made his skin look even fairer, his features even softer.
Then, suddenly-
"Phi Pete!"
Macau's excited voice broke through the air.
The boy...Pete..paused, his hands stilling as he turned toward them.
And when he smiled, Vegas felt something shift inside him.
Bright. Warm. Innocent.
Pete's dimpled smile was the kind that could light up an entire room. It was so pure, so genuine, that for the first time in a long while, Vegas found himself caught off guard.
Something about that smile made his chest tighten.
Then Pete's eyes met his.
For a moment, time stopped.
Pete felt like his world had just been thrown off balance.
His hands, still holding the frosting piping bag, trembled slightly. He had never seen someone like him before. The man standing beside Macau was tall, handsome, dashing, powerful...intimidating in a way that made Pete's instincts scream Alpha.
Not just any Alpha. A dominant one.
His heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst. He had never felt something like this before.
The Alpha standing before him wasn't just intimidating. He was captivating.
Vegas was the kind of Alpha that made Omegas weak in the knees. His dark eyes held an intensity that made Pete's stomach flip, and the way he stood so effortlessly confident, so commanding made Pete's instincts scream in a way that left him breathless.
He wished...oh, how he wished...this Alpha was his.
Pete swallowed, feeling his cheeks heat up as he quickly dropped his gaze. He wasn't used to feeling this way. The rush of emotions, the warmth spreading through his chest, the sudden pull toward someone he had just met.
Was this what people called love at first sight?
"Phi Pete, how are you?"
Macau's cheerful voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
Pete blinked, forcing himself to focus. He quickly plastered on a bright smile, though he could still feel the weight of Vegas's stare on him.
"I'm good, Macau," Pete replied, his voice coming out softer than usual. "You seem happy today."
Macau grinned. "Because Hia is driving me to school!"
Pete's eyes flickered toward Vegas again, but the Alpha still hadn't said a word. He was just... watching.
His gaze felt heavy, unreadable.
Macau, still oblivious to the silent tension between them, turned back to Vegas with a bright smile. "Hia, this is Phi Pete! Right now he's my favorite Phi! His cakes are the best!"
Vegas didn't say anything. He was not the type to say something.
He just stood there, his dark eyes scanning Pete's face, as if trying to figure something out.
Pete's heart pounded harder.
Did he do something wrong? Did he look weird? Why wasn't Vegas saying anything?
The silence stretched for another second...too long, too intense. Pete felt like he was standing under a spotlight, exposed.
Then Macau spoke again, breaking the spell.
"Phi, I'm going to school. Give me some cupcakes for me and my best friend, Chay!"
Pete almost sighed in relief at the distraction. Quickly, he nodded and turned to grab a box, eager to keep his hands busy. His fingers were still shaking slightly as he picked out two of Macau's favorite cupcakes, placing them carefully in a small white box.
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