Alpha Leclair and Alpha Johnson had been childhood friends, their bond growing stronger as they rose to power and became business allies. When Mr. Johnson married, his wife soon gave birth to twins; a boy, Lucien, and a girl, Celeste.
One year later, joy struck the Leclair household, Mrs Leclair became pregnant, and at five months they learned it was a boy. Both families were thrilled. To seal not just their friendship but their business bloodline, the two patriarchs made a decision: the unborn Leclair heir would, in the future, be engaged to Celeste Johnson.
From that moment, their children's destinies were tied long before they could even speak their first words.
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Adrian Leclair came into the world on a night that took his mother from it. He grew up buffered by the Johnson twins, Lucien and Celeste, his only true friends, his constants. Celeste, his betrothed since before he was born.
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On his eighteenth birthday, the day every Alpha faced their first rut, Adrian Leclair was thrown into agony. For most, it was brutal. For an S-rank Alpha, it was unbearable.
His body strained against the stone chains, skin marked and slick with sweat as the rut tore through him. Cries rippled from his throat, echoing through the chamber.
The lock clicked. Lucien slipped inside, silent as shadow, the stolen key gripped tight in his hand. He closed the door and stepped forward, eyes fixed on the friend he had loved in silence for years.
Adrian's head hung low, breath ragged. Lucien bent, lifting his chin, forcing him to look up. Their gazes met, pain and recognition sparking between them.
Leaning close, Lucien whispered at his ear, his voice soft, almost trembling with care:
"I have a special gift for you...for your birthday."
Lucien's words lingered in Adrian's ear, then without warning, he began stripping off his own clothes. Adrian, still writhing in the chains, froze; confused by what he was seeing.
It was the first time Adrian had ever seen Lucien bare. For years, he had urged him to join him at the pool, in the sauna, even offered help when Lucien had been ill. Each time, Lucien had refused with some excuse, guarding himself with a stubborn wall. Now that wall fell away piece by piece.
Lucien's skin was pale under the dim light, his chest broad and defined, shoulders strong. A glint of silver caught Adrian's eye; a small pin coiled neatly through one nipple. His breath hitched.
Then his gaze slipped lower. Lucien wore nothing but a thin thong. Adrian blinked, knowing exactly what that meant; a sign of claiming yourself as a woman.
Lucien turned his back, and Adrian's breath caught again. His own name was inked there, etched across Lucien's butt in sharp black letters. The thong left little to the imagination, and the faint sheen of oil across his body made every line more deliberate, more impossible to ignore.
Then Lucien faced him again, biting his lip, eyes burning as he asked softly, "Do you like it?" Adrian swallowed hard, torn between disbelief and something far more dangerous.
Lucien leaned closer, voice low and trembling. "I can reduce your pain...by being your woman."
Adrian froze, his thoughts screaming in protest. Lucien...an S-rank Alpha like me. He's supposed to lay, not be laid. But before he could speak, Lucien's lips pressed against his, soft yet demanding, prying them open.
A hand slipped beneath him, wrapping firmly around his length, stroking in slow, deliberate motions. Adrian tried to resist, tried to remember that this was his fiancee brother. But the heat seared through him, the rhythm pulling him deeper until resistance shattered. The strokes grew faster, hungrier, until Adrian found himself chasing the touch he had sworn to reject.
Then, suddenly, Lucien pulled back, breaking the kiss. Adrian gasped, struggling, almost desperate for more. The ache inside him burst open. His eyes burned silver, his body flooding with unleashed pheromones so strong that the chains holding him cracked under the force.
In a surge, he seized Lucien, pinning him hard against the floor. With a rough motion, he tugged the thong aside and, without warning, pushed deep inside.
Lucien's body arched beneath him, breath breaking into heavy gasps as tears streaked down his face. His voice wavered between pain and surrender. "Why...why do you have to be so brutal? It's my first time, you know."
But he didn't stop. Lucien's words fell unheard as Adrian drove into him harder, each thrust faster, deeper, his rut clouding any thought of restraint. Lucien's anus tightened around him, the sharp ache of it nearly unbearable, yet the rhythm refused to break. Pain mixed with heat, and in that chaos, he didn't push Adrian away; instead, his hands slid to Adrian's waist, lifting his own hips in a desperate answer.
A faint purple haze stirred from Lucien, his pheromones trembling in the air, only to be swallowed by the overwhelming surge of silver pouring from Adrian, filling the room with a storm that pressed against them both.
"Why are you so selfish, covering yourself with pheromones while I'm enjoying the view?"
The voice drifted from the cell door, warm and amused. Both froze, startled.
It was Celeste. She sat lazily on the stool, eyes gleaming with interest.
Lucien's lips parted, breath trembling. "How...how long have you been there?"
Celeste rose, unhurried, stepping closer, gaze never leaving them.
Adrian, still in the throes of rut, his body taut with ache, looked at her with guilt. "I'm sorry, Celeste... but I can't hold it anymore."
A faint smile touched her lips. "Who told you to stop holding back?" she murmured, her voice smooth, as if encouraging the show to go on.
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{That day earlier...}
Celeste had actually been searching for Lucien earlier. She wanted him to join her for a game of Phantom Hunt, but he was nowhere to be found. She checked the swimming pool, the arrow-shooter compound, even the indoor arena, but every place was strangely empty.
It was odd. Lucien was never this hard to track down. And if he had gone outside the mansion for something like hiking or horse racing, he would usually be with Adrian. Since school had closed for vacation, Adrian spent most of his time in their house anyway.
By coincidence, the rut had caught Adrian there. Johnson, knowing how difficult it would be for Leclair to manage alone, especially as a widowed man and since it was his first time, had asked permission to let Adrian stay under their care. Handling an S-ranked Alpha's rut was very difficult, and Johnson understood Leiclar needed support. Besides, Lucien, his son, was also an S-ranked Alpha. At least in this household, they knew how to manage such things without fear.
So Celeste thought stung; maybe Lucien had gone to the rut cell where Adrian was chained. They were prohibited from entering there, especially her. As an Omega and Adrian's future fiancee, she was supposed to remain untouched until their official marriage. For her to go near him during his rut would be reckless, like prey walking willingly into a poacher's trap.
Yet the thought pressed on her. What if Lucien had really gone there? Bored and restless, craving someone to mess with, she decided to risk it. Slowly made her way downstairs, heading toward the rut cell.
At the door, she found the usual two guards slumped lazily on the floor, empty beer bottles slipping from their hands. Something about the scene felt wrong. Quietly, she pushed the heavy door open.
What she saw inside made her freeze.
She knew her brother deeply loved Adrian in a brotherly way, but she had never thought it could reach the point where, as an S-ranking Alpha, he would give himself and lay beneath Adrian. She understood that sex could ease Adrian's rut, yet she was not in a position to give it before marriage. Still, seeing Adrian in pain ached her heart, if he could be eased by sex, then let it be. Better her brother than other Omegas or Alphas. To her, should not a big deal, for once she and Adrian were married, they would be mated. Besides, Lucien could never truly take Adrian from her; for an S-ranking Alpha, it was shameful to be laid, and he could not bear children. The children expected by their families would be hers and Adrian's, to strengthen their bloodline.
With that thought, she quietly took a stool by the door, watching the scene unfold before her, The view was captivating, stirring heat within her until Adrian's and Lucien's pheromones spread, cloaking the air around them and veiling the room.
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{Present}
Celeste knelt beside them. Adrian lifted Lucien's legs onto his shoulders, pulling his hips closer as he thrust faster and harder. Lucien's breathing grew heavy, screams spilling from his throat until Celeste pressed her hand over his mouth, her other hand slipping beneath her own thighs to explore.
White, purple, and silver pheromones thickened in the air, clouding the room. At last, Adrian, Lucien, and Celeste's breaths broke together as release claimed them.