Three Chaotic Omegas ~2

Fin stared at the silver datapad in front of him like it had grown fangs. His thumb hovered above the confirmation screen, the words::

‼️MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE – UNION CODE 779A: ALPHA/OMEGA SECURITY BOND ‼️

Fin Wesley [O]

😑This is a prank, right?

Fin Wesley [O]

Like some top-tier military hazing?

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

Unfortunately not.

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

The system already processed the bond request this morning.

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

We’re just here to finalize.

Fin Wesley [O]

~Snaps~

Fin Wesley [O]

Σ(＞Д＜) I don’t even remember half of last night!

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

You consented.

Fin Wesley [O]

(￣ー￣)ｂ I also consented to ordering twelve shots and calling the bartender ‘Captain Daddy.’

Fin Wesley [O]

(￣ヘ￣メ) I wasn’t in my right anything.

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

...

Grey didn’t respond. He just gestured toward the screen with the same calm efficiency he probably used on the battlefield.

Fin Wesley [O]

Why would you do this?

Fin Wesley [O]

You don’t even know me.

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

You’re an unclaimed Omega who’s just gone into first heat.

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

Your compatibility rating with me is 99.7%—that’s unheard of.

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

You’re not on any mate registry. The military saw the bond report and fast-tracked the union for security clearance reasons.

Fin Wesley [O]

<(｀^´)> So what—you slept with me and now I’m your government-issued husband?

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

Essentially.

Fin Wesley [O]

~Rubbed his face~

Fin Wesley [O]

(ーー;) This is not how I wanted to start my Tuesday.

Fin Wesley [O]

💭Rain’s going to scream. Ali’s going to commit war crimes. (T＿T)

Fin Wesley [O]

~Sighing~

Fin Wesley [O]

Fine. But you better not snore.

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

I don’t.

Grey Mavel Estate

The hovercar eased to a stop in front of a towering estate—black stone, silver accents, and so many security drones Fin felt like blinking might trigger a missile. He stepped out cautiously, arms crossed, bag slung over his shoulder. The front doors opened before he could touch them. Three servants—dressed in deep navy and chrome-trimmed uniforms—stood smiling.

Random

Head Attendant (bowing slightly): Welcome, Consort Wesley. We’re honored to receive you.

Fin Wesley [O]

~Blinking~

Fin Wesley [O]

Consort… huh.

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

Prepare the East Wing. He stays in my quarters.

Fin Wesley [O]

~Almost tripped over his own feet~

Fin Wesley [O]

😱 Wait, your quarters?

Fin Wesley [O]

As in—we share a room? A bed?

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

~Calmly~

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

Standard protocol for bonded pairs.

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

Separate rooms would raise flags with the registry.

Fin Wesley [O]

(muttering): Great. Love when bureaucracy gets involved in my sleeping habits.

Inside the bedroom

Fin Wesley [O]

~Dropping his bag~

Fin Wesley [O]

I’m not spooning you, just saying that upfront.

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

Noted.

Fin Wesley [O]

~Flopped onto the bed~

Fin Wesley [O]

So... is this your idea of a happily-ever-after?

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

No. But it’s the beginning.

Fin Wesley [O]

~Sat up, squinting~

Fin Wesley [O]

What’s that supposed to mean?

He Didn’t answer. He just walked over to the closet and started unbuckling his coat like he hadn’t just dropped a cryptic emotional bomb.

What Fin didn’t see—what no one ever saw—was the way Grey’s fingers lingered a little too long on the collar of the shirt Fin slept in last night.

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

~Faintest smile pulled at the corner of his lips~

Gen. Grey Mavel [E]

💭I had wanted you for months. And now, you are mine. Officially. Legally. Lying in my bed. But I need to play it cool. For now.

TBC

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