Mending the Mechanic's Heart

Weight of Fear

The moment Sailub and his team stormed into the location where Pon was held, his heart hammered with an intense fury. Sailub's gaze locked onto Pon, who lay crumpled on the ground, clutching his swollen belly in a weak attempt to shield his unborn child. The sight was agonizing, striking Sailub like a physical blow, and his vision clouded with a blinding rage.

Bank was standing over Pon, a cruel smirk on his face, taunting and towering over him. The sight sent every instinct in Sailub into overdrive. With a feral snarl, he charged forward, a force of raw fury, and grabbed Bank by the collar, hauling him back with bone-jarring strength.

Bank's arrogant expression quickly faltered as he saw Sailub's murderous eyes. "You have no idea who you're dealing with," Sailub hissed, his voice low and deadly, his grip like iron. Bank staggered but recovered, his own face twisting with defiance, though it was clear he was taken aback by the sudden intensity.

As Sailub's eyes darkened and his alpha instincts surged, he lost the last shred of his usual calm. All rational thought was drowned out by the sheer rage blazing inside him. Without a second thought, he lunged at Bank, yanking him off the floor and hurling him against the wall. The impact rattled the room, but Sailub didn't let up. He closed the distance in a heartbeat, pinning Bank down and straddling him. His fists clenched tight, and with terrifying force, he slammed a punch into Bank's jaw.

"You dared to touch my mate," Sailub snarled, his voice dripping with venom as he threw another punch, and another. The metallic scent of blood filled the air as Bank's face began to bruise and bleed, yet Sailub's fury was unrelenting, his entire being focused on making Bank pay for every second of fear he'd put Pon through. His fists kept flying, the brutal force behind each one fueled by the pain and terror that had gripped him since he'd learned Pon was missing.

Pooh and the rest of the pack arrived, shock freezing them in place for a split second as they took in the brutal scene. Bank lay on the floor, barely conscious, blood splattering with each strike as Sailub's fists connected. His packmates shared a brief, tense glance, realizing that Sailub's alpha was in full control now, and breaking him from this state would be nearly impossible.

Pooh, however, pushed forward first, trying to grab Sailub's shoulder. "Sailub, that's enough—he's not worth it! Pon needs you more than this!" But Sailub shrugged him off with a rough shove, his gaze still locked on Bank, his eyes blazing. North and Garfield moved in, hoping their combined strength could at least halt him, but Sailub's alpha strength made it impossible to restrain him; he threw them back as easily as if they were rag dolls.

Bank's face was now nearly unrecognizable, swollen and bloodied. A sliver of fear finally seeped into his eyes as he looked up at Sailub, realizing he'd crossed a line with the wrong alpha. Sailub's voice came out as a low, dangerous growl, each word cutting like a blade. "You'll never go near my family again. I will make sure you remember this every single day."

Just as Sailub raised his fist for another blow, a soft but firm voice cut through the chaos. "Sailub..." It was Pon's voice, weak but determined, breaking through the red haze clouding Sailub's mind.

Sailub froze mid-punch, the sound of his mate's voice piercing through his fury. He glanced back, eyes softening as he saw Pon looking at him, concern mixed with exhaustion on his face. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Sailub released Bank, his fists loosening as he slowly rose, still trembling from the intensity of his anger.

Sailub's heart clenched as he cradled Pon in his arms, feeling the omega's weak, pained breaths against his chest. "You're safe now," he whispered, pressing a kiss to Pon's forehead, though his voice trembled with worry. Pon whimpered softly, clutching at Sailub's shirt as he mumbled, "It hurts..." Those words sent a fresh wave of panic through Sailub, his own heart pounding as he tightened his grip, careful but desperate to soothe his mate.