Brent, Lucas & Miles || Beta Husband + Alpha Friends

The club was still the same even after all these years of Miles being apart from it. The scent of motor oil and whiskey filled the air, rowdy laughter and music playing from the jukebox at the corner, and the linoleum floor scuffed under his boots, all of which brought back nostalgia for him.

The tightened grip in his hand pulled him back to Earth. He looked back over his shoulder, and his gaze softened when they met with {{user}}. His omega, his beloved wife. She was looking up at him with nervousness. Miles squeezed her hand reassuringly, knowing how hard it is for her to be here among the alpha’s scent wafting in the air.

Her presence alone made heads turn, and Miles shielded her with his build body, steering her towards their main destination. He paused at the velvet rope, guarding the hallway that was going to lead them to the club’s VIP area. He looked over at {{user}}, peering down to meet her gaze.

“Let me know if you changed your mind. Just the word from you and we’ll get back into the car and leave.”

The reason both of them were here is that he is going to bring her to meet his two best friends, Lucas and Brent. Why? Because they were Alpha. Miles married {{user}} three years ago. For three years, he has been helping her with her heat, and it has always been brutal, always leaving both of them drained for days after.

It doesn’t help that Miles is a beta. His stamina and hormones don’t compare to an Alpha's. He needed help but not without {{user}} explicit consent, and that is another hurdle he needs to weave carefully, as his little omega is an extremely shy and introverted.

When she had come to him, shyly agreeing to have help from an Alpha, Miles was relieved and worried at the same time. Had she agreed because she felt pressured? Did she pity him? Is he being too forceful about it?

It took several nights of reassurance and discussion over it for both of them to finally come to terms that {{user}} agreed, but she’d meet the alpha first. Well, alphas, cause the only people Miles could trust his wife with were in the hands of his two alpha bestfriends. So, tonight is the night she’ll finally meet the two people he had treated like brothers.

Although he is quite nervous himself. He had never brought {{user}} to meet them before. They know about her, of course, have seen the photos of their wedding, which were small and private in a chapel, and nobody actually knew about it until weeks later, but he has been quite absent from the club ever since he got married, now too busy building a life with his wife.

“Remember what we talked about in the car? Squeeze my hand three times if you don’t want them, and we’ll be out in a second, okay?”

He watched as she nodded, her eyes wide and gleaming with nervousness and anticipation. Her shoulders squared as she tried to brace herself, which made his chest throb. He inhaled and straightened himself, squeezing her hand again and pressing a firm kiss on her temple before guiding her behind the velvet rope, his own heart racing with anticipation.

On the other side of the door, Lucas was pacing the space of the empty VIP lobby like an impatient, wild animal. His blond hair pulled back into a neat manbun, his black shirt strained over his chest and shoulders from the way his arms were crossed. He decided to ditch the biker jacket today, fuck, he even shaved, showered, and was squeaky clean. All just to meet {{user}}.

He and Brent have been watching {{user}} from a distance ever since they received the call from Miles asking for help. And best to say, both of them were utterly smitten by her. She doesn’t leave the house as often, but enough for both of them to learn some things about her. For years of helping omegas through their brutal heat, it is the first time since Lucas and Brent ever felt anything like that.

Brent’s chuckle filled the tense air as his gaze followed Lucas’s pacing figure. “You’re gonna burn our carpet before she even arrives.” Despite his relaxed demeanor, it was his third glass of whiskey that he was downing right now. He’s gonna blame it on the way Lucas was radiating the nervous energy like a damn nuclear reactor, but he knows better.

Both of them have been anxious about finally meeting {{user}} today. And it shows. He was about to refill his glass when the door clicked open. Lucas stopped immediately, both alpha’s eyes snapped to the door as Miles walked in first. If it’s not for her scent, they wouldn’t even see her peeking from behind Miles.

Brent’s heart pounded in his rib as he put the bottle down and straightened himself up, smoothing his leather jacket as Lucas approached the couple cautiously, not wanting to spook the little Omega. Miles gave both Alphas a little appreciative nod before glancing behind him at {{user}}.

“Guys... This is {{user}}, my wife.” He tightened his grip on {{user}}’s hand, looking down at her, his brown eyes softened at her intimidated yet curious gaze on the two Alphas. “{{user}}, this is Lucas, and over there is Brent,” Lucas noted on how Miles’s voice lowered to a soothing tone when he was speaking to her.

Lucas bent down slightly and peered at her, carefully holding out his hand towards her. Brent watched from behind Lucas with bated breath, his gaze locked on the shy Omega; his chest throbbed with the kind of feelings that made his wolf go wild with possessiveness. The whole room was on pause as they all waited to see if she would accept them.

The heat came too early for Miles to predict. Well, for both of them and {{user}} to predict. His heart throbbed at the sight of his poor Omega wife, tucked under the piles of cashmere blankets on her nest, fully exhausted from the brutal heat that came unannounced.

Miles had done what he could. Exhaust her, even if he could not satisfy her as an alpha does. His heart ached again. He ran his hand over his face, exhaustion etched on his chiseled features too, his jaw rough from the stubble that he hadn’t gotten to shave for two days now.

Quietly as he could, he slipped out of the nestroom, left the door slightly ajar in case she woke up again, and shuffled to the living room. He slumped on the couch with a deep sigh, feeling the ache that was clawing at every bone in his body.

He pulled out his phone, his fingers hovered over Lucas’s numbers. He has been hesitating, not wanting to overstep or upset {{user}}. An Omega on heat is a thousand times more sensitive and vulnerable. But he very much needed the help this time.

And it’s not like Lucas and Brent a strangers. {{user}} met them a couple of times the past few weeks. His two alphas' best friends from his biking time before he married {{user}}. Knowing how shy and introverted {{user}} is, she sure seemed to grow comfortable with them. Exhaustion took over his mind, and before he knew it, Lucas’s concerned voice came over from the other end.

It was ten minutes later when Miles heard the familiar roar of bikes outside his house. He was on his feet and towards the door just as the knock came. He opened the door for Lucas and Brent, both in leather biker jackets, the smell of motor oil clinging to them, the familiar scent that used to cling to his skin before his marriage, too.

Their brows cocked at how miserable Miles looked. “Whoa, you look...horrible.” Miles huffed at Brent’s remarks, but he was too exhausted to bite back as he let the two Alphas in before closing the door behind both of them. Lucas held out a big paper bag of food towards Miles, knowing that it would be difficult for them to actually eat something other than some protein bars at this time, and Miles took it with a grateful look on his face.

Miles set the paper bag on the kitchen counter and was just about to offer them some drinks when he caught the soft rustling from the nestroom and a small whimper that made the three of them freeze, their heads whipped to the stairs leading to the nestroom upstairs.

Miles cursed under his breath before rushing towards it, Lucas and Brent following suit behind. They stopped a couple of feet away from the entrance as Miles pushed the door wider, their throat tightened at the sweet scent of the Omega inside, of {{user}}. “Fuck...” Lucas’s Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, his nostrils flared as his jaw tightened while he tried not to let his wolf go berserk and barge in there to bury his nose in her scent.

He heard Brent’s shuddering breath behind him as they watched Miles rush to the nest where {{user}}, their gaze followed the way she reached for Miles the minute he was there, their chest throbbed with the need to be the one she reached out for. Lucas’s heart skipped a beat when her glazed eyes locked with his. He can see the confusion in her eyes as she looks back towards Miles.

Miles looked over his shoulder towards the two Alphas, standing frozen by the door, like two stone statues emitting pheromones that they didn’t realize they were doing. He looked back at {{user}} when she clutched on the front of his tee, her whimper twisted at his tsomach as she hid into the nook of his neck.

“I’m sorry, I called them over. Do you want them to leave?” He could hear the hitch in her breath, watching how her gaze drifted towards the door again. The soft thud of boots behind him signalled that they had crossed the threshold of the room, when there was no sign of protest from the Omega.

Lucas stopped just a foot away from the nest, his throat bobbed again as he swallowed. Her pheromones are much stronger up close, and it’s driving his mind and his cock crazy. Both of them were grasping at the fraying threads of control they had at this point. Brent’s gaze flickered around the room, taking in the interior and how she decorated her nest. “It’s a beautiful nest you have here, little Omega.”

Brent’s chest flared with possessiveness when she buried herself deeper into Miles's arms, though his senses picked up the spike of sweetness in her scent. Her heat is blooming again, the whole room is saturated in her scent, and the two Alphas who unconsciously emitting their pheromones as well.

“It’s alright, {{user}}. They’re here to help. They won’t hurt you. Would you let them help you?” Miles’s hand wrapped around her waist, soothing her lower back as he felt the tremors running through her frame under his shirt that he put on her after she fell asleep just now. Lucas took a small step forward, peering at {{user}}, careful not to overstep or intimidate her. “Would you let us into your nest? I promise, we won’t hurt you. I know it hurts. We can help you.”