His Omega of Domination

three

three years later,
the present...
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"Luka!"

Ivan called for their son, seeing him peek from around the wall. He found himself smiling as he got on his knees as he puts his hands on either side of his hips.

Noticing the loose curls that fell into his eyes, the hazel eyes that were like his own. He saw Luka begin to smile shyly as he walked from around the corner.

"Why'd you run away? Do you not want to lay down?"

Before Luka could respond, he saw Jeremiah round the corner now. His smile just as shy upon him as he now saw who the reason was for Luka rushing off.

Ivan's eyes lowering from Jeremiah as he rushed over to pick up Luka.

"I hear daddy come." Luka murmured, reaching for Jeremiah as Ivan began to walk away. "I want daddy!"

"He's busy," Ivan lied, holding Luka close and lying.

Jeremiah stood back despite how he'd usually follow after. Except this time he didn't feel good. He knew that his rut was coming and he still wasn't used to how it worked.

How it would debilitate him...and he'd have to take off of work.

He worked with Ivan's parents just like Ivan did, but he did much more than him. That was because he didn't want to be a disappointment to Ivan's family. He also wanted Ivan to be as comfortable as possible and if he didn't want to work, he'd take it over.

That kind of arrangement however...was beginning to take a tole on him.

He did it to make Ivan happy and thought things would balance out once Luka was born. Just like the night when Ivan asked him to give him a child...he thought things were fixed.

That that would be their new start.

Except, it turned out to not be the case.

He could tell that Ivan loved Luka with all his heart, there was no discussion about that, because he did.

Ivan cherished the child they shared together more than anything or anyone else. When Luka was born, he fell in love right then and there. Their child even becoming a hot topic because of how cute he was.

Even if that was the case, Ivan was actually worse to him. Worse in a sense that he clearly disliked the fact that Luka was more clingy to Jeremiah. That Jeremiah was his favorite parent, not that he said so - but he didn't need to.

Ivan never kissed him, hugged him, or even tried to talk to him like he was his husband. He only spoke to him...like he was below him.

Such treatment was fine for some time...but it began to become too much. Too much to the point that he almost didn't even want to sleep in the same bed as Ivan. Because Ivan almost made him resent him.

Resent how he treated him, how he clearly didn't love him, how he believed...he used him to have their child to ease his conscience about how he treated him. He wasn't sure if that was the case, but it began to feel that way with certain things he'd say.

He hoped not...because he didn't want it to be that way.

Except Ivan seemed to just...not care for him at all, only when it was convenient to him. And that broke his heart more and more.

Jeremiah began to head upstairs to their bedroom, but he was nervous. He knew that Ivan probably smelled his pheromones and he...didn't want his help this time. He wasn't too sure.

As his mind would teeter between wanting to do the same thing. Which was to pleasure himself just from the sight of Ivan's body, but no sex. Or...he can just stay cooped in his room until he's better.