As Pete lay down on the hospital bed, his gaze fixed on the empty ceiling, the echoes of past conversations rang in his ears. His mind wandered to a time when Kinn had approached him, asking for his cooperation in monitoring Vegas' movements. Pete recalled that, without hesitation, he had agreed to take on this role.
"Pete....monitor Vegas movement"
Pete's humble agreement added a layer of understanding to the dynamics within the compound. The knowledge of the rivalry between Kinn and Vegas was a well-known facet of the community. It was common knowledge that both individuals harbored insecurities about each other.
The initial impression of Vegas as a gentleman, a charmer, and a ladies' man created an image that contrasted starkly with the reality that unfolded.
The contrast between the outward charm and the underlying deceit painted a picture of a person who navigated the social landscape with finesse, concealing the true nature of his intentions.
The recognition that Vegas had a destructive streak, particularly when faced with the inability to obtain what he desired, It suggested a character who, when thwarted in his ambitions, would prefer to destroy the coveted object rather than concede it to someone else.
A sigh escaped Pete's lips, carrying the burden of uncertainty and the question that lingered in his mind—would he ever be able to leave?
Describing Vegas as a cynical case of narcissism with impulse control issues. Vegas harbored a darker nature, capable of destructive impulses and perhaps manipulative behaviors. Vegas' status as an Alpha of a mafia family was the only thing keeping him out of the mental hospital. Maybe this is what was needed to hold this position. A normal person would kill himself if he had to fill in Vegas's shoes for a day.
In the quiet recesses of his thoughts, Pete harbored a desire to voice a truth that had been left unspoken for too long. He yearned to look Vegas in the eyes and say, "You don't need me; you need a psychiatrist, better a mental hospital."
The door's creaking sound whispered of an intruder, disrupting the stillness.
Pete, lying on the hospital bed, lightly closed his eyes, feigning sleep. The bed beside him dipped, signifying the presence of another.
The unexpected touch around his waist sent a shiver down Pete's spine. A husky voice, familiar yet laden with complexity, whispered beside him,
"I just couldn't sleep without you being by my side."
Pheromones filled the air, making it difficult for Pete to breathe.
Pete, still feigning sleep, didn't move an inch as a wet kiss landed beside his ears. The room, already charged with tension,
"I know you are not asleep... I know you are angry with me...."
Pete still didn't move. Vegas kissed Pete's matting gland and gazed it with his teeth.
"I will let you meet them sometime...okay...They were being a nuisance here and distracting you....Look how much you have to work because of them.."
Vegas' other hand moved up the abdomen toward Pete's chest. He found the area to be wet.
Vegas was confused for a moment and turned Pete's body toward him. Pete looks at him with dull eyes. No shine in his eyes.
Vegas bit scared teared the shirt quickly.
The revelation that Pete was lactating made Vegas feel secure. He knew now why Pete's body smelled extra sweet today.
Pete still looked at the ceiling without blinking. He didn't even move an inch as if it was not his body being pushed around.
