Vegaspete Oneshort

Blossom..

The Alpha King, Kornwit Vegas, sat quietly in the royal garden.  Near the pool..

Despite his title and the weight of his crown, he wore no jewelry, no heavy silk or velvet. Just a simple black robe, threaded with gold at the edges. The fabric clung to his broad shoulders, his long black hair swaying gently in the wind. His sharp eyes scanned the papers in his hand—matters of kingdom, alliances, and duties—but the stillness of the garden softened the power he carried.

Above him, the flower tree bloomed in delicate colors, petals drifting down now and then, dusting the grass in gentle hues.

Suddenly, a familiar, cherished voice rang out. “Alpha!”

Vegas raised his head just as his beautiful Omega ran toward him. Pete’s steps were light, his laughter filling the air like music. His laughter carried through the air like sunlight.

Before the King could even set aside his papers, Pete flung himself into his Alpha’s arms. Vegas caught him effortlessly, strength natural and sure, and pulled him into his lap as if he had always been meant to rest there.Pete’s body molded perfectly against his, light and warm, and Vegas lowered his head to nuzzle his scent.

Pete’s cheeks were flushed, his smile brighter than the spring blossoms around them. “I missed you!” he said loudly, without restraint, as he always did—an open book, wearing his heart proudly for his Alpha to see.

Vegas chuckled, a rare sound only Pete could bring out of him. He leaned back against the sofa, his Omega nestled perfectly against his chest.

Pete’s warm hands cupped his Alpha’s face, fingers brushing against the strong jawline, tilting his head up so their eyes met. Then, with soft devotion, Pete pressed kisses one after another—on Vegas’s cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his forehead.

The Alpha King, feared by all, closed his eyes and let his mate shower him with affection. He leaned into every kiss, his smile faint but unshakably tender.

“Alpha… mark me,” Pete whispered suddenly, his voice low and needy, before burying his face against the curve of Vegas’s neck. He nuzzled there, inhaling the familiar, grounding scent of his Alpha, his safe place.

Vegas’s arms tightened, his smile widening as he rubbed his thumb along Pete’s already marked neck. He pressed his wrist against it, reaffirming their bond. The mark glowed faintly under his touch, a promise renewed.

“Hmm… that’s good, Alpha,” Pete sighed, voice soft with happiness, his lips brushing against Vegas’s collarbone.

Vegas tilted his head down, nuzzling into Pete’s soft hair, breathing him in. His chest rumbled with a sound of pure contentment, a purr only his Omega would ever hear.

Pete laughed then, a bright, sweet sound that made the garden feel even more alive. Vegas couldn’t stop himself from smiling as well. Slowly, he reached up, loosening Pete’s hair. Silken strands slipped free, tumbling around the Omega’s delicate face. With care, Vegas plucked a fresh flower from the branch above them and tucked it behind Pete’s ear.

“My Luna,” Vegas murmured, admiring the sight. “Even the flowers bow before your beauty.”

Pete’s cheeks turned pink, his laugh bubbling out again as he swatted lightly at his Alpha’s chest, embarrassed yet happy. “You’re too much,” he said, though his eyes sparkled as he leaned closer.

Vegas only held him tighter, his heart steady, his world quiet. In the great garden of the Alpha King, there was no war, no throne, no crown—only him, and his Omega, and the flowers that bore witness to their love.

“Alpha… mark me,” Pete whispered, curling closer, his lips brushing against Vegas’s ear. He nestled into the strong neck he loved, rubbing his own cheek against the spot where Vegas’s scent clung the heaviest.

Vegas’s lips curved into a rare, gentle smile. He slid his thumb over the scarlet bite already glowing faintly on Pete’s neck, a mark of their eternal bond. With reverence, he brushed his wrist against it, reinforcing the claim with the touch of his skin.

“Hmm… that’s good, Alpha…” Pete breathed out, eyes fluttering, his heart pounding with joy.

Vegas’s chest rumbled with a satisfied purr, pulling his Omega even closer. “You are mine, Pete. My Luna. My heart.”

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