In Name Only (MxMxM)

Chapter Four

When the Alpha awaken, the aroma of breakfast invaded his nose. His stomach rumbled. Leslie was always a great cook. He couldn't wait to see what his omega prepared for him.

He jumped out of the bed and headed to the en-suite bathroom. He did his business and got into the shower. As the water cascaded down his back, he thought about his omega, and the events from the night before.  While dressing  the omega in his pajamas, he noticed how pale he looked. This worried the Alpha. Maybe he'd send Les for a checkup, and treat him to a spa weekend, or a shopping trip with Karen. Karen was the omega's best friend. He loved to hang out with her. It would kill him if he allowed something to happen to his chosen. Plus, he wanted to understand why Leslie attacked Stacy. Maybe he was stressed about something. He was usually okay with his extra curricular activities. He had to find out what was wrong. Not being able to wait any longer, he got out of the shower and got dressed.

Leslie was singing Purple Haze, while putting the final touch on breakfast when he turned around and was startled by the Alpha staring at him.

Clasping his chest and breathing hard, the omega spoke. "Kellen, you scared the bejesus out of me."

"Sorry," The Alpha smiled. Kellen's smile made the omega's stomach do flip flops.

"Everything looks and smells wonderful."

"Hmmm thanks, breakfast will be ready soon; the eggs are almost done." He said while walking toward the island.

Kellen thought his omega was adorable when he was lost in Jimi, but it also meant he was bothered about something. He knew Leslie like the back of his hand or he thought he did. When the omega was growing up and became upset, he'd lock himself in his room and blast Jimi for hours.

He watched his omega while he continued to set the kitchen island with all the goodies he prepared. Bacon, sausages, pancakes, fresh strawberries, orange juice, and cheesy eggs, all of Kellen's favorites.

Les loved to cook, it was his second favorite thing to do, the first, playing his electric guitar. He was the biggest Jimi Hendrix fan. In Leslie's eyes, nobody in the world could play a guitar like Jimi.

Kellen walked to the island and took a seat, and began digging in. Les made the best pancakes. They were always perfect. So light and fluffy. At first bite, the Alpha moaned in appreciation.

While Kellen feasted on the pancakes and sausages, Les plated his eggs on the side. It made him happy to take care of his man.

"Slow down or you'll choke." The omega giggled.

"Sorry, I'm being a glutton but damn, sweetheart, you could open a restaurant."

"Oh hush, you always say that. Hurry or you'll be late for patrol."

"Seriously, you should think about it. You're an amazing cook. You know I can help you when you're ready."

Kellen glanced at his watch, it was 4:20. He had to meet the patrol team in ten.

"I'll just tell the pack patrol my Luna made me late with all this good food." He said gesturing his hands at the spread, then continuing to stuff his face.

"They'll understand, they love your cooking."

"Speaking of cooking, I've packed them all something to eat. A lot of them are still unmated. Oh by the way, tell Sam a piece of fruit isn't a balanced breakfast. They all need substance."

The patrolmen had gotten use to their Luna taking care of them. They thought Kellen was the luckiest wolf in the world. Les was amazing. They'd do anything to protect him as would Kellen.

"Thanks Leslie. After I get back from patrolling, can we talk?"

"Sure, what about." The Luna asked inquisitively.

"Nothing to worry about right now. Breakfast was amazing as always." He stood up and placed a kiss on the omega's forehead.

Kellen did this every morning before he went out on patrol. It was more of an endearment to show appreciation of his Luna. Sometimes Leslie would pretend that it was more, but deep down he knew it was just a kiss between friends. For Kellen, it was like kissing his brother.

He wouldn't tell the Alpha how much this messed with his head.
It would be so much easier if Kellen was a son of bitch, but he wasn't. He was a wonderful Alpha and a wonderful mate, when he wasn't sleeping with other people. Les didn't know how much more he could take. When he agreed to the terms of their mating; he knew it would be hard, but not this hard. However, the empathy he felt for his alpha made him agree. He truly felt awful about the situation. He couldn't imagine being a straight male,  mated to a man. This had to be hard for Kellen. He would question Seria, but like Kellen said a long time ago, we shouldn't question our goddess. She had mated them for a reason, even though Leslie is still trying to figure that reason out.

"I'll be back in an hour."

When the Alpha was out the door, Leslie couldn't help but wonder what he wanted to discuss.

"Probably wants to talk about you almost attacking his plaything, Leo."

Leo huffed. "He's lucky he got her out here or they would have been carrying her out on a stretcher."

This made Leslie giggle a little. He loved his wolf's fire. "You're something else, Leo."

Leslie turned to the sink and filled it with water.

He knew there was no need to worry about what Kellen wanted to talk about. Plus his wolf wouldn't apologize for it, and he wouldn't force him too.

He placed the dishes in the sink and began washing them. By the time he finished his cleaning, Kellen would be back. Then they could have their talk.

Maybe it was time for a little honesty on his part. Maybe he'd tell his Alpha about the pain it causes him when he sleeps around. After all, how would things get better if they didn't talk it out.