Mending the Mechanic's Heart

Realization

The night had grown quiet, the club now empty as the pack headed back to the garage. The celebration had been a success, with the racers proudly basking in their victory. But Sailub's mind was elsewhere, tangled in thoughts that had begun to surface as the night unfolded.

Sailub found himself alone in his office, the low hum of machinery from the garage filtering through the walls. He had always prided himself on being a leader who could control his emotions, maintaining a stoic exterior no matter the situation. But tonight, something had shifted. He couldn't ignore the feelings that had been brewing within him for some time now—feelings he had carefully suppressed, unsure of their nature.

As he leaned back in his chair, Sailub let out a slow breath, his thoughts drifting to the omega who had somehow turned his world upside down: Pon. The image of Pon's gentle smile, his quiet strength, and the way he cared for his son, Aon, played on a loop in Sailub's mind. He had always admired Pon's determination, his unwavering commitment to his child, and the resilience he showed despite everything life had thrown at him.

Tonight, however, Sailub had been forced to confront something he had been denying for too long. Seeing those alphas make a move on Pon had ignited something primal within him—an instinct to protect, to claim, to shield the omega from anyone who might cause him harm. The intensity of his reaction had surprised even himself. It wasn't just the typical protectiveness of an alpha for an omega in his pack; it was something deeper, something personal.

Sailub had always been a man of logic, someone who made decisions based on reason and careful consideration. But when it came to Pon, reason seemed to fly out the window. The thought of anyone else getting close to Pon, of anyone else being there for him, filled Sailub with a possessiveness he hadn't anticipated.

He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the ceiling. He knew what this was—there was no denying it any longer. He was in love with Pon.

The realization hit him like a freight train, but with it came a wave of clarity. His feelings for Pon had grown from simple concern for a pack member to something much more profound. He had tried to dismiss it, to convince himself that he was just being protective, but the truth was undeniable. He cared for Pon in a way he hadn't cared for anyone in a very long time.

But as the truth settled within him, so did the complications. Pon wasn't just any omega; he was a father, fiercely protective of his son, Aon. Sailub had seen firsthand how Pon doted on the child, how his entire world revolved around the pup. It was a bond that was unbreakable, and one that Sailub respected deeply.

Aon... Sailub's thoughts shifted to the little boy, and his lips curved into a small smile. He had grown attached to the child, almost without realizing it. The way Aon had been drawn to him, the trust the pup had shown, had touched something deep within Sailub. It was as if Aon had recognized something in him, something safe and protective.

Sailub knew that if he wanted to pursue anything with Pon, Aon would always be part of the equation. And that didn't bother him—not in the slightest. In fact, the thought of being there for both Pon and Aon, of creating a family together, filled him with a sense of purpose and determination he hadn't felt in a long time.

But it wouldn't be easy. Pon had been through so much, and the omega's priority was always his son. Sailub knew he couldn't just rush in and declare his feelings. Pon needed to feel safe, secure, and above all, loved—not just as an omega, but as a person, as a father. And that was exactly what Sailub intended to do.

Sailub sat up in his chair, his resolve hardening. He would take his time, earning Pon's trust, showing him through actions rather than words how much he cared. He would be there for both Pon and Aon, supporting them in any way he could. He wouldn't push or rush things; he would be patient, knowing that anything worth having was worth waiting for.