Mending the Mechanic's Heart

Before the Storm

The next morning at the pack house, the atmosphere was tense, but there was also a sense of determination. Pon had barely slept, his mind consumed with worry for Aon and the looming threat that Bank represented. Despite the warm morning sun streaming through the windows, a heavy cloud seemed to hang over the house.

Sailub, on the other hand, was a pillar of calm strength. His every movement was deliberate, his every word measured. But beneath that calm exterior, a storm brewed—one that would unleash itself on anyone who dared to threaten his family again.

Pon sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Sailub carefully dressed Aon. The pup was still shaken from the previous day's events, his usual cheerfulness subdued. He stayed close to Sailub, clinging to his Dada's hand as if it were a lifeline.

"Are you sure you don't want to rest today, Pon?" Sailub asked, his voice gentle as he looked over at his mate. "I can handle things at the garage. You and Aon can stay here, take it easy."

Pon shook his head, though the dark circles under his eyes told a different story. "No, I need to keep busy. And I want to be close to you both." He forced a small smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Besides, Aon needs both of us right now."

Sailub nodded, understanding the unspoken fear that Pon carried. It wasn't just about keeping busy; it was about being there to protect Aon. To make sure that no one could hurt him again.

"I'll keep an eye on him," Sailub promised, his voice low and firm. "And on you too."

Pon's smile grew a little more genuine, and he reached out to gently touch Sailub's arm. "Thank you."

With Aon securely in Sailub's arms, they made their way downstairs. The pack was already gathered in the living room, their usual chatter muted by the seriousness of the situation. As Sailub and Pon entered the room, all eyes turned to them, concern evident on every face.

"How's the little guy?" Pavel asked, his voice soft as he looked at Aon, who was nestled against Sailub's chest.

Sailub ran a hand over Aon's back, soothing the pup as he spoke. "He's a bit better this morning, but still shaken."

Toptan, who had been sitting close to Michael, looked up with guilt in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Pon... I should've been paying more attention yesterday. I didn't even realize..."

Pon quickly shook his head, cutting Toptan off. "It's not your fault. None of us expected Bank to stoop so low. He's the one who should be ashamed."

Toptan looked relieved but still troubled, while the rest of the pack exchanged uneasy glances. They had all seen how Bank had harassed Pon in the past, but this... this was different. It was a direct attack on Aon, and that crossed a line none of them could ignore.

Sailub's father, Mr. Hemmawich, entered the room then, his presence commanding immediate attention. His normally warm and welcoming demeanor was replaced by a cold, calculating look that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. This was not the man they knew as the loving father and grandfather—this was the head of the Hemmawich family, a force to be reckoned with.

Mr. Hemmawich looked at Sailub and Pon, his gaze softening only slightly as he saw Aon. "We need to discuss our next steps," he said, his voice firm. "Bank crossed a line, and we need to make it clear that there are consequences."

Pon swallowed hard, his anxiety returning. "What are we going to do?"

Mr. Hemmawich's eyes hardened. "We're going to ensure that Bank understands the full extent of what he's done. I've already spoken with our legal team, and they're preparing to counter any move he makes. But more than that, we're going to expose him for what he truly is. No one threatens my family and gets away with it."

The pack exchanged glances, a mix of relief and trepidation. They had always known that the Hemmawich family was powerful, but to see Mr. Hemmawich like this—to see the lengths he was willing to go to protect them—was both reassuring and intimidating.

Sailub nodded, his expression grim. "I trust you, Dad. But we need to be careful. Bank's not going to back down easily."

Mr. Hemmawich's smile was thin and cold. "He won't have a choice. I've already set things in motion. By the time we're done, he'll regret ever laying a finger on Aon."

Pon felt a shiver run down his spine. He had never seen Mr. Hemmawich like this—so ruthless, so determined. But at the same time, he felt a sense of relief. They weren't alone in this fight. They had the full force of the Hemmawich family behind them.

Aon stirred in Sailub's arms, his small hand reaching out to Pon. "Mama..." he murmured sleepily, his voice a soft plea for comfort.

Pon immediately moved closer, taking Aon's hand in his own. "I'm here, sweetheart," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Aon's forehead. "Mama's here."

Sailub watched the interaction, his heart swelling with love for his mate and son. But beneath that love was a simmering rage—one that he would use to protect them, no matter the cost.

"Let's head to the garage," Sailub said quietly, his voice filled with resolve. "We need to keep things as normal as possible for Aon."

Pon nodded, his grip on Aon tightening slightly. "Okay. Let's go."

As they left the house and made their way to the garage, the pack followed close behind, their loyalty to Sailub and Pon unwavering. They knew that whatever happened next, they would face it together.

And as Sailub glanced down at the mark on Aon's arm, his resolve only strengthened. No one would ever hurt his family again—not Bank, not anyone.

And if they tried, they would face the full fury of the Hemmawich family.