His Two Alphas

by Anna Wineheart

  But getting involved with Spike and Kai was a whole new level of risk. And somehow, Kai shared some of Bernard’s traits—the shrewd gaze, the way he judged, and flew into a rage. But Kai’s father was an alpha, and so was Bernard. There was no way Kai could be Bernard’s son.

  Besides, Bernard was married, and he had a son older than Kai and Spike. It was just that Micah couldn’t shake their similarity.

  “What’s wrong?” Kai met Micah’s eyes.

  Micah sighed. Should he tell Kai? “A staff email.”

  “Mind if I look?” Kai grabbed his crutches.

  Micah shrugged, so Kai hobbled around the desk. He leaned in close to Micah, his body radiating warmth, his skin smelling like earthy elm. Kai’s gaze darted over the email. Then he narrowed his eyes.

  “What do you want us to do about that?” Kai asked. Micah assumed Kai meant himself and Spike.

  “I don’t know.” Micah had been looking forward to tonight—Spike had promised ropes and torment.

  Worse, he carried their baby. Micah touched his belly, sighing. “Do you happen to be related to Bernard Hastings? You look similar.”

  Kai frowned. “Couldn’t tell you. My dad went through a ton of omegas.”

  If Bernard could trade blowjobs for a position, what were the chances of him also sleeping with a number of other omegas?

  It wasn’t a pleasant thought. Micah shoved it out of his mind. “Regardless of how this turns out, we do need to get your grades back up,” he said. “Let’s get back to work.”

  Kai blew out a breath. “I guess. Wish I didn’t have to.”

  “Didn’t you take this major because you love it?”

  Kai laughed, and Micah was struck, again, by how handsome he looked. “Nah,” Kai said. “It was a trade. If I did the chemistry major with Spike, he’d join the basketball team with me. I suck at chem, though. And Spike wanted the major because of you.”

  Micah stared. And blushed. Spike was prepared to sink four years of his life into chemistry because of Micah. Their nightly trysts were incredible, but time and again, Micah was reminded of just how deep Spike’s affections ran. Micah didn’t deserve it.

  “Oh,” he said softly.

  “Don’t stop seeing him for no good reason,” Kai said. “I mean, I don’t think you would, but I’m just saying. I watched him fall in love with you. Never seen anyone who’s loved like he has.”

  Micah gulped. It had only been three weeks since this first began. “I don’t know if I can love him,” Micah said quietly. “He’s so young.”

  For a moment, he thought Kai would judge him for that answer. But Kai shrugged. “Can’t help you there. I don’t love anyone.”

  That surprised Micah. “Not even Spike?”

  He remembered Spike’s brokenness back at the noodle restaurant, Spike saying I hurt, right after the conversation about alpha-alpha marriages.

  Kai looked uncomfortable. “He’s my brother.”

  “You do everything else with him.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.” Kai shrugged, glancing away.

  “There was once he said... he spent a long time practicing with you,” Micah said hesitantly. “Kisses.”

  Kai flushed, but he didn’t deny it. “What about it?”

  “Are you jealous? That he wanted that practice because of me?” Micah made himself ask. It wasn’t a nice question. But if he didn’t ask... it would always gnaw on him.

  Kai sucked in a deep breath, and didn’t speak for a long moment. When he finally answered, it looked like it cost him to admit, “Sometimes. But I grew up with him. You’re damn fucking important to Spike.”

  Micah gulped, his throat tightening. He didn’t want to intrude on the bond between the brothers.

  “He loves you too, you know,” he blurted to ease Kai’s pain. “It isn’t just me.” Because why would Kai hurt Spike if he knew?

  Kai bit his lip. Eventually, he said, “Yeah, I know.”

  Micah’s chest tightened. If you already knew... Then this can’t be easy for you, either. How do I solve this?

  At length, Kai said, “I don’t know what I feel about him. I’m leaving Meadowfall. It’s kinda why I’m happy that he’s got you now.”

  And Micah’s heart broke for Spike, too.

  “You’re really set on playing for the big leagues,” Micah murmured.

  “Yeah.” Kai clenched his fists. “I need to prove myself. I need to know that I’m not gonna end up like—like my dad’s ex said I would. I’m not gonna get beaten up again.”

  Micah stopped breathing. He wanted to yell at Kai’s dad, and ask What possessed you to let your ex treat your child this way?

  But Micah also saw Kai for who he was—past the rough exterior and wariness and violence, there was someone vulnerable inside, someone who would go to great lengths not to get hurt again.

  Kai was brave. He was fierce, and protective, and Micah’s heart thumped for him.

  “You are worthy,” Micah said quietly. “You know you’ll have a great future in front of you, right?”

  “I want to believe that.” Kai smiled crookedly in return, his gaze dropping to Micah’s lips. Did he... want to kiss Micah again? Micah’s lips tingled.

  “What if that future includes Spike?” Micah added. “What if a great career doesn’t compare to a life with him?”

  “Doubtful.” But there was a flicker of what if in Kai’s gaze, that gave Micah hope.

  I won’t push him. But I think Kai will figure out what his path is.

  “Back to chemistry,” Micah said. “That’s something I can help you with, at least.”

  Kai cracked a genuine smile, and Micah couldn’t help but smile along with him.

  * * *

  That night, Micah’s leg hurt. There was a storm out—the Meadowfall winters were mild, but cold enough that his scar tissue gnawed at him.

  He hobbled into the living room where Kai was, leaning heavily on his walking cane. The moment Kai glimpsed him, he fumbled to stand.

  “No, don’t get up,” Micah said. “I’ve got this.”

  Under Kai’s watch, he limped painfully over, easing onto the couch. Kai grasped Micah’s arm, then braced his palm under Micah’s ass, transferring Micah carefully onto the floor.

  Micah gulped. He’s touching my ass.

  “We should pick a better spot,” Kai said, glancing at the coffee table in front of them. “It’s not that great for the mobility-challenged.”

  “But it’s my favorite spot.” Micah chuckled, running his fingers through the thick, soft rug. With the couch at his back and the low coffee table in front of him, it was a lot easier to work when he didn’t have to hunch over.

  “Fine,” Kai grumbled. A smile tugged on his lips, though, barely-there. As though he found Micah exasperating, but he liked having Micah around, anyway.

  Micah’s heart fluttered. I can’t believe I’m feeling this. He already had butterflies in his stomach when he thought about Spike. And now Kai, too?

  Kai pulled his hand away, leaving Micah’s ass cold. “Better?”

  It would be better if you kept on touching me. Micah’s cheeks warmed. “Yes, thank you.”

  Instead of opening the textbook, Kai leaned against the couch. “Your leg hurting?”

  “It acts up in the winter sometimes. I feel like an old person.”

  “Nah, you’re not old.” Kai hesitated, then reached over, circling Micah’s socked ankle with his fingers. “Okay if I massage?”

  Micah glanced up, surprised. “That sounds too good to be true. Are you sure you don’t mind?”

  Kai shrugged. “Gotta keep my muscles toned, right?”

  Micah had been about to ask, Are you doing this only because Spike isn’t here right now? Except Kai’s ears turned pink, and he looked away.

  Kai Ventura wasn’t someone Micah would peg as getting flustered easily. But ever since this thing between him, Spike, and Kai had begun, Micah had seen this man blush more times than he could count, and
it was... amazing. Adorable.

  Spike had been teasing Kai about it, too, only to have Kai’s blush deepen each time.

  Micah savored this alpha, his heart warm.

  Slowly, Kai peeled off Micah’s sock, then pushed the leg of his pants up, revealing mottled red scars. Micah tried not to look at his calf. “I-I can roll it up further if you’d like.”

  “How high up does your leg hurt?”

  “All the way to my thigh.” Micah bit his lip. His pant leg wasn’t going to get that far up.

  “Take your pants off,” Kai said.

  Micah’s face warmed. If it were someone other than Kai, or Spike, Micah wouldn’t even have considered it.

  Kai coughed lightly. “It’s just a massage.”

  “I know, and I’m grateful.”

  “So get them off. I’ll look away.”

  Micah laughed. “You’re so different from Spike.”

  Kai snorted. “In a good way, or a bad way?”

  “You’re just different. Both of you are good.” Micah glanced around, to make sure York was still in his room. “But Spike would’ve pulled off my pants and stared down every inch of my leg.”

  Kai laughed. “Yeah, he would.”

  With Kai looking away, Micah squirmed out of his pants, his bare skin prickling in the cool air. He pulled the fabric over his good leg, then bunched the rest of his pants between his thighs. At least, he was halfway decent now.

  All the same, Micah felt a flush of self-consciousness when Kai looked at his bad leg. He hadn’t been naked much in front of Kai. Even with Spike, most of their nights together had been spent in the shadows of Micah’s bedroom. So this, with nothing covering his scars... Micah felt ugly.

  “You can begin the lesson, you know,” Kai said. “I’ll listen.”

  Micah flipped the textbook open to where they’d last stopped. Kai took Micah’s aching calf in his hands, digging his fingertips into Micah’s muscles just right.

  Micah gasped, his nerves humming with pleasure.

  Kai met his eyes. “Too hard?”

  “Just right. I-I was surprised.”

  Kai rumbled. “I do this for my mom sometimes. Her feet hurt after shifts, so I learned how to massage.”

  As he spoke, he kneaded slowly up Micah’s calf, working the knotted tissue until the ache faded. Then Kai moved to the next patch of tissue, and the next, his hands warm and sturdy, his touch soothing.

  Micah sighed, his eyelids fluttering shut. “I promise I’m not going to mom you.”

  Kai chuckled. “I’ll make damn sure you don’t.”

  He worked his way down to Micah’s foot, where the toes were curled and terrible—the muscles had never healed right there. Micah almost pulled his foot away, except Kai held him gently, smoothing his fingers over Micah’s skin.

  “Gods, you feel good,” Micah breathed.

  “Yeah?” Kai grinned.

  For a moment, they stared at each other. Micah was acutely aware of Kai’s lips, their fullness, and how soft they looked. And he wondered what it’d be like, if Kai kissed him again.

  I like him, Micah thought, his heart pattering. I shouldn’t.

  “Maybe you should become a professional masseur instead,” Micah said, his nerves singing when Kai eased his finger between Micah’s toes, just touching the sensitive tissue there.

  Kai snorted. “Maybe.”

  He caressed Micah’s foot, relaxing Micah’s muscles. Then he moved back up Micah’s calf, kneading all the way to Micah’s knee, then to his thigh.

  Kai’s fingers dug in deep, firm and slow, as though he knew every inch of Micah’s body. Micah sighed. He leaned back against the couch, angling his leg toward Kai, all but ready to give his entire body to this alpha. Kai’s touch was magic.

  “You could do my whole body,” Micah mumbled, a flush rising to his skin when Kai paused. “I mean, I just meant that you’re good enough to. That’s certainly not an order.”

  Kai rumbled, sweeping his fingers up the length of Micah’s thigh, close to his hip. Then he stroked back down, working his way up, his fingers pressing slow circles into Micah’s muscles, higher and higher, until he was an inch from Micah’s sac.

  He must’ve hit a particularly sweet spot, because a moan slid out of Micah’s throat.

  “What the fuck are you doing to my dad?” York growled.

  Micah jumped, his eyes flying open. Next to him, Kai froze, his hands still on Micah’s leg.

  “What does it look like?” Kai asked.

  York flushed, glowering at them. “It looks like you’re touching his—his... It looks like you’re molesting him!”

  Kai met Micah’s eyes, humor flickering through his gaze. “Your dad sure isn’t complaining.”

  “Dad!” York looked incredulously at Micah, a mug in his hands. “What are you doing with Kai? He’s my friend!”

  Micah almost felt sorry for his son. “My leg was hurting. Kai offered a massage. I wasn’t about to disrupt whatever you were doing.”

  York frowned deeply. “But you always ask me to.”

  Okay, now Micah felt a little bad. Just a little. “I was planning to go through the course materials with Kai at the same time.”

  “You sounded like he was fucking you!”

  Micah choked on his spit. His face burned. York wasn’t entirely wrong—it had been as good as sex.

  “Is that what you’d sound like?” Kai asked Micah. “If I were to—”

  York spluttered. He raised his mug as though he was going to hit Kai with it, and Micah had to hold his arms up to stop his son. “York,” Micah said firmly. “I agreed to a full leg massage. It’s not Kai’s fault. Kai—”

  Kai raised his eyebrow, as though daring Micah to say they’d never fucked at all.

  “No more sex talk,” Micah said. “York doesn’t appreciate it.”

  “Damn right I don’t,” York muttered, still seething. “You’re my dad. That’s just wrong.”

  Micah sighed. “What if I told you that I need to spend time with other alphas, too?”

  York looked a little green. “Maybe just dating. But I don’t want to think about anything else. Like... the sex stuff. Dads don’t do that.”

  Micah coughed lightly to hide his smile. “I’ll make sure this doesn’t look as questionable in the future,” he said. “Did you need something from me?”

  York shook his head, grumbling as he stalked into the kitchen.

  “Dads don’t do the sex stuff, huh?” Kai murmured. “Guess he hasn’t heard Spike pounding you into the bed every night.”

  Micah flushed. Sex was one thing, but having Kai talk openly about what Micah had done with Spike... It just made everything more real. “I’m just glad that York’s bedroom is across the hallway from ours.”

  Spike had also been giving Micah a shirt to bite on when he got too loud; Micah knew Spike had told Kai that. Spike had been very clear that everything they did, Kai would hear about.

  Kai withdrew his touch, pulling the textbook over so he could look at it.

  They waited until York stalked out of the kitchen, and back into his bedroom.

  “I haven’t told him about the baby yet,” Micah said in an undertone. “I’m not sure how to.”

  “I don’t think he’ll take it well.”

  “Me, neither.”

  “How does it feel to be pregnant?”

  Micah laughed softly. “You mean aside from the morning sickness?”

  Kai winced. “That part really sucks.”

  “Aside from that, it feels tiring,” Micah said. “My fatigue will be kicking in soon. It should fade in a month. I’ll get more cravings, and then I’ll feel the baby flutter.”

  “You really want that baby,” Kai murmured.

  Micah rubbed his belly, unable to help his smile. “Yes. It’s... a gift. I don’t think York will see it the same way.”

  Micah had run the various scenarios through his mind. Revealing the fathers to York, Spike and Kai staying, or leaving, and whe
ther the pregnancy would even be successful...

  The last possibility was never good to think about, so Micah stopped thinking, twisting his fingers into his pants. The massage had been good while it lasted.

  “Want more?” Kai asked.

  “I might be a massage-slut,” Micah said, angling his leg back at Kai.

  Kai huffed, his magical hands returning to knead Micah’s thigh. “You’re not a slut.”

  “Even with how much time I’ve been spending with Spike?” Micah flushed.

  Kai shrugged. “That’s almost as frequent as me and him.”

  Micah reeled. Kai and Spike had sex more than once a day? Micah remembered the phone conversation a week ago, when Kai had agreed to let Spike fuck him. “I... didn’t know it was that often.”

  Kai met his eyes. “We could tell you when it happens. You wanna watch?”

  Micah wet his lips, his heart pattering. “I wouldn’t say no.”

  “You’re welcome to step into our room,” Kai said. “Knock a couple times.”

  Micah nodded, unsure if he had the guts to take Kai up on the offer right away. As much as he liked Kai, he wasn’t close enough to barge in on Kai having sex. “Will do.”

  He glanced around the coffee table, then at the romance novels piled up on Kai’s other side. Micah paused. He hadn’t set his books there.

  Kai caught his stare, looking sheepish. “The book Levi returned looked interesting, so I was looking at what other books you had. You dog-eared a lot of pages.”

  And suddenly Micah realized just how much of himself Kai must’ve seen. His bookshelves were in the living room, all his favorite books on the outer edges of the shelves, their spines wrinkled and their pages folded to mark very specific scenes.

  His cheeks burning, Micah asked, “Did you read the dog-eared pages?”

  Kai met his eyes. “Mostly declarations of love, and omegas being held open and begging to be fucked. Usually with very big cocks. And then some falling-in-love scenes. Some wrinkled pages, like they got wet.”

  Micah’s face burned. He’d cried over some scenes, and then he’d gotten wet with others, flipping those pages with damp fingers. He’d figured those books weren’t going to be lent away, much less flipped through by his student.