Mending the Mechanic's Heart

The Unwanted Visitor

Hey everyone,

I'm really sorry, but I've been under the weather since yesterday. I would love to update more, but this headache is just knocking me out. I'll get back to it as soon as I'm feeling better.

Thanks for understanding. 💛

The roar of engines filled the air, vibrating through the ground as the team prepared for the upcoming race. The tension and excitement were palpable, especially among the racers—Pavel, Pooh, and Nut—who were running through final checks with the rest of the team. Everyone was focused, eager to see their hard work pay off on the track.

Pon, as usual, was in his element, meticulously rechecking the cars to ensure everything was in perfect condition. He moved swiftly from one car to another, his hands steady and precise as he made adjustments, completely immersed in his work. Sailub was nearby, keeping a close eye on everything, his presence a steadying force for the entire team.

But amid the bustling activity, an unfamiliar figure made his way through the crowd, his eyes locked on Pon. He was tall, with an air of arrogance that set him apart from the other onlookers. As he approached, his gaze never left Pon, a predatory glint flickering in his eyes.

It wasn't until he was nearly upon him that Pon finally noticed the man's presence. His heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned—this was Bank, the alpha from his past who had caused him so much pain. Panic began to bubble up inside him, but he forced it down, focusing instead on the task at hand. He didn't want to make a scene, especially not here, in front of the entire team.

Bank sauntered up to Pon, his smile a little too smug, a little too knowing. "Well, well, if it isn't Pon. You're just as beautiful as ever," he drawled, his voice dripping with false charm.

Pon stiffened, his hands freezing mid-motion as he struggled to maintain his composure. He hadn't expected to see Bank here of all places, and the last thing he wanted was to deal with him now. "Bank," he acknowledged, his voice carefully neutral. "What are you doing here?"

Bank's grin widened as if he knew exactly how uncomfortable he was making Pon. "Oh, I'm just here to enjoy the race. Imagine my surprise when I spotted you. It must be fate," he said, taking a step closer, invading Pon's personal space.

Pon took an involuntary step back, his heart racing. "I'm busy," he muttered, hoping to end the conversation quickly. He tried to sidestep Bank, but the alpha smoothly moved to block his path.

"Come on, Pon," Bank coaxed, his tone soft but insistent. "We should catch up. How about we go out for a drink after the race? I've missed you."

"I'm not interested," Pon replied, his voice firmer now. He could feel his anxiety rising, but he kept his face impassive. "Please leave me alone, Bank."

Bank's expression darkened for a moment, a flash of anger crossing his features before it was quickly replaced with a charming smile. "Don't be like that, Pon. We had something special, remember? You owe me at least a conversation."

Pon's stomach churned. The alpha's persistence was unnerving, bringing back memories he'd rather forget. He wanted nothing more than to escape Bank's presence, but he didn't want to cause a scene and draw attention to himself. He glanced around, hoping someone might come to his aid, but the rest of the team was busy with preparations, unaware of what was happening.

Or so he thought.

Unbeknownst to Pon, Sailub had been watching the interaction from a distance, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. He hadn't recognized Bank, but it didn't matter—he could see the tension in Pon's posture, the way he was trying to pull away from the alpha who was clearly making him uncomfortable. A protective instinct surged within him, his alpha nature responding to the distress of the omega he cared so much about.