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For The Pack; Epilogue

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Alpha!Baron Corbin/Alpha!Roman Reigns/Omega!Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirst Party Saturday, welcome to our epilogue! Happy Thanksgiving! Tagging @toxiicpop, @oraclegazes, queen @writergrrrl29 and naturally, king captain @hardcorewwetrash! (Fingers crossed on the tags as always!) Enjoy!

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of labor and pregnancy (non-graphic) and parental strife.]

[!WARNING!: This is of the Alpha/Beta/Omega variety and involves knotting.]

Six Years Later…

The kitchen was bustling with activity. Nia bumped your hip with her own as she passed by with another plate, offering you a grin. You gave her a broad smile in return and continued doggedly hacking away at the butternut squash. You weren’t particularly good at this sort of thing, but you’d asked for something to do while Roman made his rounds with Victor and Baron had sat you down at the table with a cutting board and a particularly stubborn squash.

“How’s the pulverizing going, cutie?” The taller Alpha asked from his spot at the counter, a smudge of flour coating his hair from where he’d tucked it back behind his ear.

“I feel like you set me up to fail.” You huffed, making Baron chuckle and shrug.

“Only a little. Look, we want you to relax, okay?” Baron eased the dented squash away from you and leaned a majority of his weight on the knife, finally splitting the produce down the middle. “You shouldn’t have to help. This is a day off for you, cutie.”

“But-”

“No buts!” Roman’s mother chimed in, already working on cutting the squash into smaller pieces. “You’ve earned a rest.”

You sighed in defeat and Baron kissed your forehead. “Love you.” He murmured.

Roman sidled up to the doorway, the baby propped on his hip closely watching his face. “Baron, someone wanted to say hello.” Roman said in a singsong tone, “Victor misses his Dada.”

“Hey there champ, who’s my little dude?” Baron reached out and the toddler latched firmly onto his index finger, making him gasp in mock surprise. “Uh oh, I’ve been caught!”

Sometimes you wondered who the actual child was as you watched Roman grin while Baron played with his son. “Is he giving you trouble, Roman?” You asked worriedly. “I can take him, if you need me to.”

Roman shook his head. “Nah, it’s just kind of crowded out there and he was thinking about having a meltdown. I figured a little breather, a little visit with Dada and then we could mingle again.”

“You’re pretty good at this for never having done it before.” Baron commented, swinging Victor’s hand back and forth gently.

“Man, I helped raise half the damn living room. Cousins, cousins of cousins.” Roman shifted in place, seeming a little bashful. “I like this stuff.”

“And he’s good at it, too.” Mrs. Reigns added with a fond smile at her son.

“Mom…” Roman groaned.

“Don’t you mom me, buster! I love you and I know your strengths better than anyone else. Shush.” Mrs. Reigns untied Baron’s apron and gave him a gentle push towards the doorway. “You boys go in there, make sure Jimmy and Jey aren't causing trouble. I need to have a talk with your mate for a minute.”

“But the squash...” Baron started to protest.

“Honey I have been doing this for longer than you’ve been alive. Trust me, the squash will be fine. Take five minutes, enjoy some of the snacks.” Once Baron had reluctantly followed the other Alpha out of the room, Mrs. Reigns whirled on you. “Have you told them yet?!”

You shook your head. “I’m scared to.” You confessed, cringing at the look on her face. “I…what if it’s too much too soon?”

“Isn’t this what you and the boys wanted?” Mrs. Reigns’ eyes widened. “They didn’t hurt you, did they? Baron’s parents?”

“No, they ignored me. Ignored Victor too, because they don’t see him as Baron’s son.” Sadness threatened to close your throat. “We were going to stay overnight but we ended up leaving right after dinner. Roman was so angry about how they treated us he’s saying he doesn’t want to ever go back.”

“And Baron?” Mrs. Reigns pressed after a minute.

“He didn’t say anything the whole drive. He just held Victor’s hand. I don’t know what to do. I know he’ll respect my wishes if I say I don’t ever want to have to go through that again, but I don’t want to cut Baron off from his family.” You said helplessly. “He can’t deal with them alone. The way his parents get into his head about him not being able to have kids is criminal.” You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I don't know what to do.”

“I’d like to give his mother a piece of my mind. Maybe introduce his father to Roman’s father.” Mrs. Reigns grumbled. “Wish Baron would just slug him.”

“You and me both.” You agreed.

Mrs. Reigns hugged you tightly after a moment, then held your shoulders so she could look you in the eyes. “I'm proud of you for being considerate of your Alpha. You need to take care of yourself right now, though. I would say be gentle to him, and be gentler to you.” She sighed. “You're lucky to have found these boys, really. They're both so kind.”

“I would say you're biased, but I know better.” You tied on Baron's apron, smiling at the woman who had easily maneuvered her way into a maternal role in your life. “Okay, give me something else to do!”

“You never quit, do you?” Mrs. Reigns chuckled.

…

Baron retreated from the doorway with a hand over his mouth to muffle his startled noise, your words ringing in his ears.

He can't deal with them alone.

I don’t want to cut Baron off from his family.

He didn’t say anything the whole drive.

What if it’s too much too soon?

He walked unsteadily back into the living room, accepting his son from one of the many cousins and dropping onto the couch. Roman came over after a short period of time with a plate of crackers and fruit, and they took turns plying the little boy with new things to try (after it had been safely pulped, of course).

“So...what’s wrong?” Roman asked quietly.

Baron had been hoping to avoid this conversation, but Roman could always read him like an open book. “I…our mate. They don’t want to deal with my parents again, but they’re willing to do it for me. Our Omega, trying to protect me.” Baron shook his head. “They don’t want me to lose my parents, even though I barely interact with them anyhow. Even after how rude my dad was to you two and Victor.”

“And you, by extension.” Roman reminded him. Baron shrugged but Roman persisted, “You don’t get it. Him disrespecting us is him disrespecting you. He may do it indirectly because you’re huge and he’s scared, or it may be a separation tactic to make me and our Omega feel like we’re getting picked on so that we turn on you. I’m just a dumb jock, dunno’ about all this intelligent stuff, but the writing’s on the wall here.”

“I’m not about that Kobayashi Maru shit, Reigns. I like battles I can win.”

“We’re here for you, Big Banter.” Roman said firmly. “We did the same thing for our Omega's parents, remember? My family loves you both. And you gotta' admit, Reigns is a pretty badass last name. Maybe even better than Corbin.”

Baron looked wide-eyed at the other man, who just winked at him. It was common in a bond with two Alphas that they would keep their own last names, since neither would be able to agree on who got the honor of being first should they hyphenate. It was also extremely rare that one would wholly surrender their last name. Mr. and Mrs. Reigns were a strange exception (in more ways than one Baron mused). A wild idea struck him and he wondered whether he could get new jerseys at this point in the season.

Victor started to squeal loudly at the football game on television and Roman scooped the little boy up. “What's wrong, tough stuff?” Reigns glanced at the screen and then made a face. “Oh, we're raising a traitor. I see.”

“He rooting for the other team?” Baron shook his head in mock disappointment when Roman nodded. “Victor, I thought I taught you better. Remember, we only boo the 'Niners when Papa isn't in the room.”

“Hey!”

...

The car ride to Roman's parents house had been quiet. You and Roman had left Baron in peace with Victor, you didn’t prod him to talk and he would be forever grateful. Victor had grabbed his hand, gurgling happily and Baron felt like a fraud. It was like his dad had said, “He’s not your whelp.” Victor obviously didn’t care, of course. The little boy had stared back at him with that quizzical expression, dark brown eyes that looked too big for his face wide as he studied the large Alpha.

A massive part of their culture was allowing one's sire or dam to hold offspring. In the old days, a sire would have deemed whether the pup was strong enough to live. Now, Baron didn't want his sire so much as looking at the baby, seeing as he had dismissed Victor mere seconds after the four of you had arrived. Roman seemed to understand (as always), the other Alpha still just as genial in the face of the incredible rudeness that was heaped upon him. Victor was more than happy to sit on his papa's lap and feast on a mishmash of carrots and potatoes.

He's not your whelp.

Baron had been in the delivery room with you, him on the left and Roman on the right while you labored. The doctor had handed Victor to Baron first, per your and Roman’s request. Corbin hadn’t known about that, he hadn’t really prepared himself for what to do now that Victor was here and in his arms. He just...stood there with the squalling pup all swaddled up, marveling in silence at the lung power of the tiny addition.

Baron hadn't noticed he was crying until Roman gently wiped a tear off his face and touched their foreheads together. “He’s yours now, Baron.” Baron had softly traced Victor's reddened, cranky features, an unfamiliar sensation making his breath catch in his throat.

Your smile for the two of them was hazy with exhaustion, your skin flushed with your efforts and your face still wet with tears. Baron realized suddenly that the weird feeling was pride. You and Roman had created a pup, even though you always had both Baron and Roman during your heat. You had whelped successfully. Victor was a healthy baby according to the nurse.

Baron hadn’t ruined anything.

That had always been his biggest fear, that he would somehow cause the two of you grief when it came to conception. After you had come to him and Roman with your eyes full of love, body singing with heat and you had said you were ready to try…Baron had felt his heart break a little. He would never be able to give you what you wanted. At best, he would just make it more difficult for Reigns.

He's not your whelp.

Roman had taken him aside one night after the two of them had soothed you back to sleep during your pregnancy. He didn’t say anything, but he had Baron curl up into his side and he stroked the other Alpha’s hair while they watched a little mind-numbing television.

“I’m sorry I’m like this.” Baron had whispered finally.

“Never apologize for that again.” Roman had ordered sharply. “You are my mate, the mate of our mate. You were first, remember?” He referred to the imprint, rumbling when Baron buried his face in his side. “You were first.”

“I wish my parents were like yours, Reigns.”

“My parents have grown a hell of a lot in a short period of time, Corbin. I'm impressed with their progress, and I know how incredibly lucky we are to have them.” Roman sighed. “They were never that bad to begin with, but I feel like having our Omega-mate present all the time really sped the process along.” He had resumed stroking Baron's hair while the television carried on in the background.

“They're not going to be my kid, Roman.” Baron hated how small and shaky his voice was.

“The hell they aren't.” Roman growled, gently swatting the larger Alpha upside the head. “Your name is going on that fucking birth certificate, Baron. Sandwiched in between your mates. You're gonna' be a dad. You're gonna' be a great dad.”

“I'm scared.”

“You think I'm not? Fuck man, I'm terrified. Anything could go wrong!” Roman had outright laughed, tugging Baron's chin up so he could rub their foreheads together. “We're in this together, Baron. We have to be strong for our Omega. They're working so hard to keep the pup healthy, least we can do is give them a stable den environment, y'know?”

“I know. I don't want them knowing that I'm scared.” Baron had wrapped an arm around Roman's shoulders. “I have no regrets when it comes to you guys. You know that. I'm so grateful for everything...I don't know, just everything. Thank you.”

“You're our Alpha. I'm your Alpha, they're our Omega. We're your pack, Baron. Us and our pup. No matter what your family thinks.”

...

Roman gripped the steering wheel tightly. Beside him, Baron clenched his fists and stared straight ahead. They had left their mate and son behind for the night, left them with the other Alphas and Betas. Their Omega and pup would be safe with Roman’s family. “We’re doing this, Big Banter.” Roman said firmly.

“We’re doing this for us.” Baron reached over and put a hand on Roman’s thigh. “For you. For your son, for our mate.”

“For you. For our son and our mate.” Roman covered the other man’s hand after a moment. “Mate of my mate, heart of my heart. Never thought all that formal shit would lead to this.” He chuckled.

“I’m glad you’re here with me.”

“I’m glad you wanted me here.” Roman gave the taller Alpha a curious look. “When do you think they’ll tell us?”

“I don’t know. Not sure how long it’s been.” Baron growled low in his throat. “And I’m sure the way my parents treated them went leaps and bounds towards the worry-about-our-reaction department.”

“Hey, we know and that’s what matters. We’ll be careful with them. That’s what we’re here for.” Roman put the car into park and cracked his knuckles. “You ready?”

“Maybe I should have done this over the phone.” Baron mused worriedly.

“It’s not too late to do that, man. I’m behind you no matter what, okay?” Roman encouraged.

Baron wordlessly squared his shoulders after a minute and jerked open his door. Roman shook his head with a wry grin and followed his mate up the winding sidewalk once Baron ripped the large gate open.

Baron entirely ignored the doorbell, hammering his fist on the front door. The noise echoed eerily. It was strange to see a house dark and quiet on Thanksgiving. “I know you’re home, sire!” Baron yelled after a minute, startling Roman with both his volume and dated terminology. “Come down here and talk to me or I’m coming up there to drag you down, old man!” Baron shoved the door open, letting it hit the wall beside it as he moved inside.

There was the thunder of footsteps overhead and Roman braced for impact like he was on the football field. “Mutt!” Mr. Corbin roared from the top of the stairs, sounding absolutely infuriated. Baron visibly flinched at the slur and Reigns barely caught himself before he shoved the larger man behind him. The urge to protect his Alpha, his Alpha rang loud in his head and he started growling without intending to. “How dare you come into my house--” Mr. Corbin went to continue indignantly.

“Lord knows you’ve made it abundantly fuckin' clear that I ain’t welcome!” Baron interrupted, raising his voice over his father’s. “The way you disrespected me, disrespected my mates and my son, I’m well fucking aware that I’m not welcome old man!”

“That pup is not yours-”

“He’s just as much my son as he is Roman’s, mate of my mate!” Baron cut his father off again, “If you and Mom can’t accept that, then I want nothing to do with either of you!” His voice cracked as he shouted the words, then he fell silent.

Mr. Corbin just stood there, his mouth gone slack.

“We refuse to willingly subject our son and our Omega to the emotional abuse you and your mate are so adept at dishing out. I refuse to subject my Alpha to it.” Roman said firmly, realizing that Baron was seconds from bursting into infuriated tears and doing his best to keep the situation under control. “If you want to cut us out of your lives, know that we’re taking Baron with us. He’s our mate and we love him. We’re not leaving him with a pack that ignores him or treats him as lesser because he can’t procreate.”

“He is lesser, he’s a disappointment!” Baron’s father finally seemed to regain his voice. “Look at him! He should be the perfect specimen, but instead he’s a sterile mutt!” He spat.

Baron started towards his father and the older man cringed back. “Oh don’t you run from me, after the years of crap you put me through you don’t get to run from me.” Baron snarled. “The perfect specimen? The perfect fucking specimen? That’s all I ever was to you, right? You wanted a sire pup, an Alpha like you.” Baron made a noise of disgust. “But you can’t breed me. So I’m just a mutt now, and you’re just the guy who knocked someone else up to get back at your wife for refusing you in bed.”

He gestured at the stairs where Mrs. Corbin stood, the woman silently watching the altercation between Baron and his father.

“I can understand why Mom would hate me. I can definitely understand that. I’m a living, breathing embodiment of the consequences of getting into a domestic disagreement with her mate. The mate that promised to love, cherish and defend her like he should.” Baron’s voice trembled. “But you're both unfit company for my pack.”

“You have the nerve to-”

“Yes we do.” Roman growled, teeth bared in warning when Baron's father took a step closer.

“You don't get to talk anymore, Dad. I've spent all these years listening. It's your turn now.” Baron's eyes strayed to his mother momentarily. “You always said I wasn't yours and then in the next breath you'd tell me to call you Mom. An indiscretion, inconvenience.” He shook his head. “You're a real piece of work, but you still aren't as bad as Dad. I'm his blood, and even that wasn't enough to keep me safe once he figured out I wasn't carrying on his line.” His fists clenched tight at his sides. “I came here with the intent of kicking the shit out of him for disrespecting my pack.”

Mr. Corbin swallowed hard, glancing at his wife. Roman wanted to laugh at the scathing look she gave right back to him. “Now Baron, there's no need to be rude.” The older man said weakly.

“As rude as you were to our Omega, my Alpha and our pup?” Baron spat. “Or as rude as you yelling mutt at the top of your lungs like that's my name?” He grabbed two fistfuls of his father's shirt. “As rude as me putting my hands on you? I want to make myself as clear as you've been with telling me I and my mates are unwelcome. You are unwelcome in my life from this point forward. I'm not going to dish out the beating you so richly deserve because I know better than to ruin everything that I have with an act done out of anger or spite.” Baron all but tore the words apart with his teeth, biting them out savagely.

It was still a surprise to Roman when Baron chose to speak for long periods of time, especially when he delivered drawn out, blistering retorts. It was also a joy to witness.

Baron finally released his father and stepped back. “Enjoy your quiet house. Reigns and I have a family to go home to.” The tall man turned briskly and made his exit with Roman in tow, the other Alpha a little awestruck.

Roman caught Baron's arm before the larger Alpha could get into the car and wrapped him in a massive bear hug, a hand moving up to cradle the back of Corbin's neck. “Jesus Christ, Big Banter.” He murmured, feeling Baron's shoulders shudder.

“Thought I was gonna' puke.” Baron admitted. He dug his face into Roman's shoulder, drawing a few shaky breaths. “Holy shit. We did it.”

“You did it. I just basked in the presence of prime Alpha male posturing and loved every fucking second of it.” Roman pressed his mouth to Baron's neck, breathing harder than he meant to. Corbin gripped him just as fiercely, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of Roman's neck to tug his head back. He ducked his own face in a display of submission and nosed over the other Alpha's throat, getting a soft groan out of Roman. “Oh-”

“Take me home, Reigns.” Baron implored.

…

You were stirred out of a doze by the sound of heavy boots and clothes on the floor of your bedroom. A kiss landed hungrily on your mouth, then those lips trailed further down. You hummed, dragging your fingers through Roman's hair. “Where'd you guys go?” You asked sleepily. “You missed bedtime stories with Victor.”

“Big Banter went to talk with his parents.”

Your drowsiness vanished abruptly and you shoved Roman back a few inches so you could see his face. “Talk?” You asked in confusion.

“There's a few wrinkles to iron out. Long and short of it is that I flayed my father alive and my parents are no longer welcome around my pack.” Baron said curtly. “Uh, verbally flayed him alive.” He amended quickly, no doubt seeing your expression of horror. “I'm not letting anyone belittle my family like they did.”

“So...”

“I'm not putting myself or you and Roman through that again.” Baron crushed your body against his own. “My mate, my heart.”

“But-” Baron's kiss silenced you momentarily and you found yourself melting beneath him, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Are you two okay?” You managed to ask. “They didn't hurt you, right?”

“Baron put the fear of God into his sire, holy shit.” Roman gushed, tousling Baron's already-messy hair.

“Is that a bruise or a hickey, Mr. Reigns?” You snickered, pointing to Roman's throat where a suspiciously-mouth shaped dark spot resided. Baron flushed across his shoulders while Roman coughed awkwardly. “You guys are impossible.”

“You bet, Omega.” Roman grinned, tugging your panties down your legs until you could kick them off. “Impossibly turned on.”

“You did that thing again, didn't you?” You asked Baron, making the larger Alpha tilt his head.

“What thing?”

“Damn right he did.” Your mates spoke in unison, Roman laughing and shoving Baron's shoulder afterwards. “Don't even try to play that off, Big Banter, you know what they mean! That thing where you go full apex mode and you just obliterate someone.”

“O-oh.” Baron stammered. “I...well yeah, I guess I did.”

You arched your back with a squeak and buried your fingers in Roman's hair as he moved straight to enthusiastically eating you out. “You got him all riled up.” You sighed, trying to sound annoyed. It was increasingly difficult, Roman was very good at what he did.

Baron knew this, of course, his fingers hooking your own in Roman's hair. The other Alpha moaned against you, whining as Baron firmly directed him to where you needed the pressure of his tongue. “That's it, Reigns, get them off with your sweet little mouth.” Baron ordered and Roman was too happy to oblige.

You moved to play with your breasts and Baron was there again, the larger Alpha grabbing your shirt with his teeth and dragging it up over your chest.

“You are ours.” He snarled before circling one of your nipples with his tongue. You whimpered and bucked down against Roman's eager mouth, writhing under the attention of your Alphas. “I'm never making you feel like you need to choose something that makes you uncomfortable, never again. From now on, it's what's best for you and Roman.” Baron promised, his tone softening. “What's best for Victor.”

“What's best for my Alphas and pups.” You gasped, loving the smile that Baron couldn't fight. “What's best for my pack.”

Baron closed his eyes, ducking his head a little. Roman's hand palmed over the back of his neck, large fingers spread wide to firmly claim the skin there. You keened at the display of brazen dominance and the way Baron easily accepted it, no snapping or snarling. “Come for us, Omega.” Roman growled against you, his tongue tormenting your clit mercilessly. “Come.”

“We need you to come, we need that from you, Omega-mate, and you need it too.” Baron murmured, finding his way back to your breast and latching on gently.

“'Pups', huh?” Roman asked softly after you muffled your hungry cry with your shirt, your body still trembling from coming. “Last I checked, all we had was Victor. Something you need to tell us, Omega?” He continued, his fingers tracing a pattern on your stomach.

You froze and both of them felt it, if Roman's noise of confusion and Baron's hitch of breath was any indicator. You hid your face with your shirt, the warmth of your orgasm dissolving into the hot flash of worry and panic.

“Oh no, Omega, don't...look, it's okay.” Baron soothed, tugging at your shirt so he could see your eyes. “Shh, it's okay. You wanted to tell us, didn't you?”

“I did.” You mumbled, wishing the bed would swallow you up. This wasn't exactly the scenario you'd had in mind.

“So...?” Roman trailed off, resting his head on your stomach. His smirk was ridiculously self-satisfied, your arousal coating his mouth and facial hair liberally. He made a bit of a lewd display out of licking his lips, the tease that he was. Baron just waited silently for you to speak, black-brown eyes radiating concern and affection in equal parts.

“I'm uh. I went to go see the doctor.” You began.

Roman instantly pounced, the self-satisfaction fading to worry. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “She says that we're doing fine. And that I'm um...further along than she expected.”

Reigns laughed in relief, hugging you around the midsection. “I knew it!”

Baron sighed, dropping his face heavily into the crook of your neck. “Is there anything we need to do for you?” He mumbled against your jaw, making you giggle as his mouth tickled your skin. “Anything, just say the word.”

“Well...come June you guys may need to put in for some time off.”

“Done and done. I'll call my coach tomorrow.” Baron grunted. “Did the doctor say what uh. What the pup was, yet?”

“S' a little early for that, Big Banter.” Roman pointed out. “Remember how Victor was?”

“I do, I...sorry, cutie. Dumb question.” Baron apologized and you shook your head, rubbing your nose against his fondly.

“Never be sorry for being excited, Baron.” You pushed the hair out of his eyes, not surprised anymore by how emotional he got when it came to your pack. Baron sniffled and Roman hummed, cupping Baron's face.

“It's weird.” Baron choked out after a minute. “I know I'm Alpha and I shouldn't get all fucked up over this stuff.”

“If it makes you happy, what the hell does it matter?” Roman asked bluntly, “We feel deep with other emotions besides rage, y'know. Fuck anyone who thinks that being Alpha is all about the yelling in each others faces.”

“I know. I've been trying. It's still a little difficult for me, wasn't raised like you Reigns.”

“Ha! Don't you start with me. We broke each others noses on day one of tryouts, Big Banter. I can slip right into bullshit Alpha mode with the best of 'em.” Roman teased, getting a tiny smile out of the larger Alpha. “That's what you get for chuckin' a helmet at my head, you disrespectful ass.”

“We sat in that Beta nurse's office and stared each other down for ages.” Baron chuckled. “Reigns' nose was all swollen and mine was just...shit, pouring blood. Mostly because I refused to tilt my head. Would have broken eye contact.”

“Alpha male posturing at its finest.” Roman agreed. “Then, this big fucker sticks his hand out and says, 'Man, I'm gonna' pass out so we'd better kiss and make up if we plan on making the team.' We shook hands and that was the end of it.”

“Aw, no kiss?” You joked, making Baron snort.

“We were saving them for you, cutie.”

“I mean, there were rumors of course.” Roman ruffled Baron's hair. “Especially when he transferred into my dorm after one semester.”

��You asked me to! Said your old roommate was a nightmare.”

“Fair enough. You're the one that always had the weird wood smoke smell, though.”

“You smell like a white girl's Starbucks order, you thick-waisted fuck.” Baron ribbed the other Alpha and Roman began to laugh.

“What do I smell like?” You asked curiously.

Roman shot Baron a look and the larger Alpha inclined his head, indicating that Reigns should go first. Roman took a second to touch your forehead with his own, eyes half-closed. “You're home. You're the smell of home. At first, to me, you smelled like citrus. Roses. Then it got more complicated. You started smelling like...I don't know. There's a certain feeling I get when I walk in the door here, when I come home. If that feeling had a smell...” Roman paused, shaking his head. “Sorry. I don't really know how to explain it.”

“You smell like the first rough play of the season. You smell like excitement. You smell like mine and ours and the inhale of winter air that tingles in your lungs for a second. You smell like good memories I can't exactly pin down, but I know they're there. You smell like things I thought were forbidden to me, like the pack I was pretty sure I'd never have. The family I always dreamed about.” Baron's voice was intense and shook a little. “You smell like early morning sunlight and slick mouths and lazy days. You smell like hungry and want, ache in the pit of my stomach when I need you and Reigns.”

Your body had relaxed while you let Baron's words wash over you, and you heard Roman groan softly. “Fucking...still gets me every time, man.”

“Why do you think I save it for special occasions?” Baron asked, parting your legs and settling between them. “Is this alright, Omega?”

“Yes.” You looped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, your thighs tightly gripping his hips as you welcomed him into you. “Roman, can I...?” You tapped your lower lip and Reigns huffed out a breath.

“Yeah? While he fucks you?” The other Alpha growled, “Greedy tonight.”

“I know.” You replied simply, smiling up at him before he obliged you with his cock in your mouth.

Baron immediately started thrusting harder, his hold tightening as he watched you go down on Roman. “Fuck.” He abruptly snarled, “Cutie, please, I...fuck, please, please.”

Roman grabbed a handful of Baron's hair, rumbling in his chest when Baron arched his back. “What's the matter, Big Banter?” Roman bared his teeth. “Kiss them.” Your eyes widened when Baron ducked down to sloppily lick Roman's knot, kissing you afterwards. Reigns shuddered bodily. “Oh, not fair, not fucking fair, shit, I thought you were going to pull them off my cock!” He moaned while the two of you maneuvered your mouths on him.

“You're not the only Alpha here, Reigns.” Baron said curtly, mouthing over the other Alpha's knot again. You had never been able to fit all of Roman into your mouth, and you wondered dimly why you hadn't thought of this. “You are mine.” Baron snarled, spit dripping off his chin. “You are mine, my pack, my Alpha, my Omega.”

“That's not fair, Baron, I'm so worked up from eating them out, you can't just fucking toy with me like this.” Roman pleaded, his dick twitching in your mouth.

“And I watched you eat them out, watched your face go all smug and satisfied when they came for you.” Baron retorted. “Do you have any idea how attractive the two of you are when you get like that? Your dazed little smile, the way you just bury your face in our Omega until they squeal for you?”

You whimpered around Roman's cock, nodding as best as you could. Baron boldly cupped Roman's balls and the other Alpha cried out, struggling to hold still when you took him down even deeper. “Omega-!”

“You potent fuck.” Baron grunted, his knot pistoning feverishly in and out of you. “You're going to come down their throat, understand?”

That was all it took, Roman gritting his teeth against the helpless noises he made as he came hard in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back, your body singing with need for your Alphas. Baron rumbled in his chest when you came a second later, the larger Alpha pulling out of you and coming on your stomach with a low groan of completion.

“Fuck.” Roman sighed. “I love you.” He kissed your forehead, smiling. You smiled back, thoroughly exhausted. Baron bit Roman's inked shoulder gently and Roman chuckled. “And you, Baron, easy with the teeth.”

As if on cue, Victor began to fuss in his room next door. Baron caught Roman's arm before the other Alpha could slide off the bed. “Let me. You stay with them, I'll be back.” Baron said quietly, pecking you on the mouth and then moving to quickly pull his pants and shirt back on.

You relaxed against Roman after he tugged his boxers up, yawning widely. “So what happened?” You asked, giggling when Roman coughed again. “I mean, I know he must have gone full Alpha male, but was there anything else?”

“We talked a lot on the car ride home. He...well, you saw. He thinks about stuff like that.” Roman swallowed hard. “I uh...shit, I dunno', he's got some ideas, Omega. He didn't want to say anything because he didn't want to make you feel like this is stuff that we need to do. He understands that you're priority.”

Baron returned with Victor in his arms, the toddler sniffling and rubbing his eyes. “See, they're right here.” Baron cajoled the small boy, bumping their foreheads together. “You're a silly billy sometimes, little worrywart.”

“Wa?” Victor asked, still scrubbing at his face.

Baron rolled his eyes, making both you and Roman laugh. “Fine.” He put his son down on the floor, holding his hands so he could walk. “God, you just have me whipped, don't you? Can't wait until you're a teenager and you hate my guts.”

“Baron also mentioned he was strongly considering taking my last name.” Roman continued.

“I'm not considering anything.” The larger Alpha grumbled, making Victor giggle. “I'm doing it. I'll go to your sire and ask. Hell, I'll do it tomorrow. Call my coach, ask Roman's dad for his last name, all in a day's work. I'll have to get new jerseys though.” He paused, glancing over at you and Roman curled up on the bed. His mouth curved into a smile. “Y'know, for the pack.”

For the pack.

AN: I never expected this tale to even make it past the first chapter. I'm immensely grateful that you (yes you!) gave me the opportunity to expand upon this silly idea. Thank you Thirsty Crew. I'll see you guys next time.

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Come What May - Part 2

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. So why did she feel like she was making the biggest mistake of her life? Roman Reigns/OC/Tama Tonga

The Mess I Made

Roman Reigns stared out the picture window of his hotel room, pursing his lips with disgust. It was a beautiful sunny morning in the beautiful sunny state of Florida, but there was nothing beautiful or sunny about the gnawing feeling in his gut. Today was possibly the worst day of his life. It was the day all his hopes and dreams were blowing up in front of his very eyes.

Ashley was getting married, and it wasn’t to him. All those times he would dream about her taking his last name, all the times he would stare into her eyes and think of one day proposing to her and asking her to be his wife, imagining how beautiful she would look walking down the aisle…All up in smoke, because his dumb ass had let her get away.

Everyone was in town for the occasion. Dean, the Usos and all their coworkers had already gone to the church. The transparent material that had covered Dean’s tuxedo lay strewn on the floor. Roman didn’t have a tuxedo and made no plans to get one. The only reason he was even in the vicinity was because the next Monday Night Raw was right here in this city. His twin cousins had pleaded with him to come to the church, but he refused. He wasn’t going anywhere near that wedding, not if he could help it.

He downed his beer – his third of the morning – in one big gulp, pushing the tears away from his face. He was sick of this, sick of crying, sick of moping and feeling sorry for himself. He couldn’t even begin to count just how many hours he had spent over the last few months beating himself up over her. All he knew was that he was fed up of it. He just wanted to drink himself into oblivion and forget about today, forget about her. But he couldn’t. Nothing he had tried could keep the beautiful face of his ex-girlfriend out of his mind. She occupied every inch of his brain, jumped unannounced into his thoughts during the day and haunted his dreams at night. Nothing could numb the aching pain in his heart, or close the huge hole where his soul used to be. She was his heartbeat, his soul, his true love.

His Ashley. Beautiful, incredible Ashley.

A small smile lit up his face as his mind flashed back to the very first day he met her. It was at the Performance Center, and she was wearing this sexy little pair of jeans, her auburn-dyed hair flowing down her back, a firm grip on her professional camera and huge brown eyes that, though protected by horn-rimmed glasses, brimmed with excitement and anticipation of the adventure she was about to embark on as the company’s new talent photographer. She oozed confidence yet possessed this modest, self-deprecating demeanor that was infectious and appealing and endearing. And damn, was she breathtakingly beautiful. Roman recalled himself being tongue-tied every time he looked at her, and nearly wetting himself when he finally mustered up the courage to ask her out a couple of months later. He was nervous as hell, so sure that he would be turned down. But she smiled that beautiful smile of hers, gazed into his eyes and told him to pick her up at seven that night. He fell in love with her right then and there. They were officially dating not too long after and for the first time in a very long time, Roman was happy. Finally, everything was right with the world.

But he’d gotten injured. Right in the middle of his monster run with the Shield. The shock, the gravity of it sent his morale plummeting into depths he’d never gone before. He became surly, cranky, anxious for what this injury meant for him and his career, and he took out all his frustrations out on her. Not that he got physical with it. Never. He could never ever hurt her, or any other woman for that matter, like that. Still, slowly, inevitably, he hit the self-destruct button on their relationship. It came to an ugly head when he threw her out of his house and told her he never wanted to see her again. And she believed him. By the time he came to his senses she was long gone. It killed him to hear she had quit her job at the WWE, that she’d upped and left to the other side of the planet; Japan of all places. Over a year passed, but it didn’t stop him from vowing to make things right when they met again. Lo and behold, they did meet again, albeit in a crowd full of their friends. She looked so beautiful that night. He seized every chance to stare at her, and even though he noticed her avoiding him and using Naomi as a shield, he’d catch her staring back. The one chance he had to get her alone, he took it without hesitation. More importantly, she let him take it. He still remembered every second of that night they shared; how good she felt in his arms, how sweet she tasted, how warm and wet and ready she was for him. He was certain that they’d be a couple again, that he finally had the chance to make things right. So imagine his surprise, days later, when she told him that she was engaged. To Tama Tonga, one of his friends, a man he considered to be family. He’d never even heard that they were together! He’d missed the memo on that one.

But what did he think? That she’d still be waiting for him after all the cruel words he’d hurled at her, all the times he pushed her away? All she had tried to do was help him out and make his life more comfortable while he recovered from his injury, but he’d been so paranoid about his status within the WWE that he took out his aggravations on everyone, including Ashley. He couldn’t believe how self-centered he’d been, asking his girlfriend to spend more time with him when she had a life and a thriving career of her own. How could he have asked her to drop everything just for him? He hadn’t even tried to stop her when she walked out on him, heartbroken and frustrated with him. He could have sat down with her, apologized and tried to work things out between them, but he let his pride stand in the way. Yet she came back. She gave him another chance. She was engaged, not yet married, but still she had gifted him another opportunity to be with her. Wasn’t that fate? Wasn’t that something telling him that they truly belonged together? He never gave himself a chance to find out because he let it slip away. Again. Now she was gone for good, betrothed to another man.

On the day they broke up, the day he made her walk out of his life once again, he cried for hours. To this day, he had a hard time trying to erase her devastated face from his mind, or rid her tearful, pleading voice out of his ears. He had done what he did believing it was the right thing to do, at least he kept telling himself that. He threw himself into his work, tried to move on like he’d never known her. But it was impossible. He missed her even more now than he did when she first left. He’d had a taste of her again and he was insatiable, and he was like an addict going through withdrawal made even worse by the fact that he could never have his drug of choice again. Things felt so different without her, so incomplete. She wasn’t there to rib him when he had one of his usual “blonde” moments, or run a hot bath when his muscles ached like hell after a match. He missed her throaty laugh, the way the tip of her nose crinkled slightly when deep in thought, how sexy she looked in the morning with disheveled hair and wearing nothing but his T-shirt; He missed the feeling of being inside her, the way she held him tight, the look in her eyes, the little gasps she made right before she came. He missed the gentle scrape of her fingernails in his hair, the way she would kiss him and whisper softly to him while they cuddled together. Little things that didn’t seem to matter then were now things that he would give his left arm to see again. To feel again.

He couldn’t go to the wedding. Even though it was in town, he couldn’t bring himself to go and witness the culmination of the damage that he had caused. He came up with some dumb excuse of having a serious case of the migraine to Dean, Jey and Jimmy. He knew they did not buy a word of it, but he was grateful that they let it slide. There was no way he could handle seeing Ashley and Tama together for one more second, especially not as they were about to exchange wedding vows. Just thinking about them together, Tama doing things that he used to do with Ashley – holding hands with her, kissing her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as they made love – and knowing that Tama was doing all those things now made him want to be sick. But Tama was his friend. Roman would never have forgiven himself if Tama had ever found out he was fooling around with his fiancée. He was wrong to have even reignited the whole thing with Ashley. It was selfish of him to do that, only thinking about himself, just as he had done when he let her go the first time. But the second time they parted ways, he was thinking about her, thinking of Tama and his friendship. Roman had done what he did because he loved her. But he was very aware that he didn’t deserve her, and she never deserved to be put through his mess. She needed to be with someone who wasn’t as insecure as he was; who at least had an idea of what he wanted.

But that was it. For once, Roman knew what he wanted, and it was the beautiful, caramel-skinned goddess that was Ashley. He wanted her, wanted to be with her. She was the woman that had the honor of having tamed Roman Reigns, made him want to think of settling down, getting married and having a family. All the signs had pointed in the right direction, yet he ignored every single one of them.

Sitting on his bed, he reached into his backpack and withdrew a little black velvet box, flicking it open. Inside was the engagement ring he’d bought for her. He had planned to propose to her after he returned from injury. It was still as pretty as it was when he first bought it; a white-gold band with three little amethyst stones in its center; the purple stones representing the month of her birth, February. He carried it around to remind him of what a fool he was, punishing himself for his idiocy. He brushed it with his finger. It felt cold against his skin, the sensation blending perfectly with his miserable disposition.

Roman sighed, his breath rattling. He never realized heartbreak could be this painful, or take this long to overcome. Even after all these months, Roman was still head-over-heels in love with Ashley, so much that it physically hurt. He ached for her, his entire body, his heart, his soul pined for her. She was the woman he loved more than his own life, more than his own breath. But he he’d brought this on himself. He had fucked things up irreparably between them and allowed himself to lose the best thing that ever happened to him. He had convinced her into believing that she was better off without him and driven her into the arms of another man.

He picked up the wedding invitation lying on his coffee table and stared at it. The smiling, hand-holding images of Tama and Ashley beamed back at him. It was then he made up his mind that he had to move on. Tama was a good man, a brother. Roman knew for a fact that he loved Ashley. He would keep on loving her with all his heart and treat her right and take care of her. She would be happier with him, and if she was happy, then Roman was happy. But he knew deep down that he never would be happy without her by his side. As far as he was concerned, he would never know joy again.

His vision began to blur, and curling his fist into a ball, he tossed the little velvet box into the waste basket. Mentally exhausted, a heartbroken Roman threw himself onto the bed, giving in to his tears.

Dear God, what had he done to himself?

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Chapter title from the song “When I Was Your Man” by Bruno Mars

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