Ghostships of Kinnporsche

Vegas Macau 1(My fated mates)

Here in this Story Vegas and Macau are not related

The sun was setting over Bangkok, casting long shadows around the Theerapanyakul family mansion. Inside, Vegas, the strong alpha and heir of the family, paced in his study. He thought back to the day he first met Macau.

**Vegas**: “I can’t believe how far we’ve come since then.”

He remembered the strong scent that led him to that locked room—the sweet smell of an omega who was scared. The memory made him feel protective, a feeling that had only grown over the years.

Now, Vegas looked at the clock. Macau would be home from university soon. A smile crossed his face as he thought about how shy and cute Macau was around him, always blushing and stumbling over his words.

**Vegas**: “I should make something special for him tonight.”

He moved to the kitchen, eager to prepare Macau’s favorite dish. As he chopped vegetables, he thought about how he had kept Macau close ever since they found each other. The mansion felt like a safe place for both of them.

The door creaked open, and Macau stepped inside, his cheeks red from the heat outside. He dropped his bag and saw Vegas in the kitchen.

**Macau**: “P’Vegas! You’re cooking again?”

Vegas turned with a playful grin.

**Vegas**: “Of course! I want to make sure you’re well-fed while you study.”

Macau’s eyes lit up with happiness as he hugged Vegas from behind.

**Macau**: “You spoil me too much!”

Vegas laughed softly, feeling warm inside at Macau’s affection. He loved these moments when Macau felt safe enough to be himself.

After dinner, Vegas noticed how focused Macau was on his studies.

**Vegas**: “I’m proud of you for working hard, but don’t forget to take breaks.”

Macau looked up with a worried expression.

**Macau**: “I will! I just want to do my best.”

Vegas felt protective and reached across the table to squeeze Macau’s hand gently.

**Vegas**: “You’re already doing great. Just remember—your health comes first.”

Later, they moved to the living room to relax together. Macau curled up on the couch with a book while Vegas sat beside him.

**Macau**: “P’Vegas… do you think we’ll always be together like this?”

Vegas turned to him, looking serious.

**Vegas**: “Always. You’re my fated mate, Macau. Nothing will change that.”

As they sat together in comfortable silence, Vegas felt that their bond was unbreakable—a love that would only grow stronger over time.

Vegas put the book aside and smiled at Macau, who was still sitting on the couch. He gently pulled Macau into his lap, wrapping his arms around him.

**Vegas**: “You’re too cute to resist.”

Macau blushed deeply, feeling shy but safe in Vegas's embrace. He picked up his phone to check a message, but before he could say anything, Vegas leaned in and kissed him softly.

**Macau**: “P’Vegas…”

Before Macau could finish his sentence, Vegas playfully nibbled on his neck, leaving a hickey. Macau gasped, his cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red.