Type and Chon Walke together in the mall, Chon was holding an ice cream, and when they were walking Chon accidentally bumped into a man, Type quickly apologized but the man he turned to was...
"I'm so so sorry"
"Type is that you? And this is my" the man said
flashback
"My name is Beam"
Type was forcefully laid on the bed with his clothes torn from him
The more Type tried to resist the more Beam used his power on him and whenever he got angry he swung his fist at Type's face.
"Please stop, I'm begging you"
"If you don't want me to mark you, shut up!"
Type bit his lip and hoped this nightmare was ending.
Back to the present
"Type is that you? And this is my" the man said
Type grabbed Chon's hand and hid him behind him.
"Stay away from me and my son" Type said
"If you remember he is also my son"
"you wish! There is no way a monster like you would be related to my son"
"You know, I regret this night"
"Really?" Type said angrily
"mmm"
Beam moved closer to Type's ear "I should have marked you that night, that's how you couldn't live without me, maybe I'll do it now"
Type quickly pushed Beam away "Don't forget you have a restraining order"
"You think I can't cancel it? Maybe I'll try to take my son too"
Type grabbed Beam by the collar of his shirt "Just try to touch my son and I..."
"You? How will you manage to protect our son when you can't protect yourself"
Type released his grip.
"This is how it should be"
"Type, we may forget the past, I promise you that I will never leave you alone, I will take care of you and Chon.
"I manage on my own"
"Really? You think there's anything that would want a used omega with a child"
Type was silent, his eyes filled with tears
"See? You agree with me"
Beam wanted to place his hand on the back of Type's neck but another hand stopped him
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