Chapter 75: Knotted by Two Alphas -10

The mountain estate was left under a skeleton guard. Vane drove. Cassian rode in the back with Ren pressed between his legs, one heavy arm locked around the Omega’s waist.

The permanent mating marks on both sides of Ren’s neck were still red and raised, the twin scars already unmistakable. His scent had shifted completely. Anyone with a functioning nose would read him as claimed by two distinct Alpha lines at once.

The central pack territory sat in the valley two hours south. High walls. Layered security. The main hall where the council met smelled of old wood, polished steel, and the overlapping signatures of every ranking member. Vane and Cassian walked in side by side with Ren between them. Silence fell across the long table as every head turned.

Cassian spoke first, voice carrying cleanly. "This is Ren. He is our bonded Omega. Permanent double claim. Equal marks. We are presenting him as official consort to both of us."

Vane’s tone was colder, precise. "The bond is sealed. The chemistry is stable. Any challenge to the legitimacy of the arrangement will be treated as a challenge to both of our authority."

A few of the older Alphas shifted in their seats. One of them, a broad gray-haired male named Dorian who controlled the eastern trade routes, leaned forward. "Double mating is irregular. Some will say it splits focus. Some will say it weakens the line."

Ren kept his chin up. The new marks throbbed under the attention. "The line is not weakened. You have two Alphas who already function as a unit and an Omega who can map every structural and archival weakness in this territory. Use me or waste me. That is the only real question."

Cassian’s hand settled at the small of Ren’s back, possessive and visible. "He stays. The marks stay. The arrangement is not open for debate."

The council session stretched another twenty minutes of tight questions and tighter answers. No one moved to open challenge in the hall itself. When the formal presentation ended, Vane and Cassian escorted Ren out through the private corridor that led to their shared quarters inside the central compound.

The moment the door sealed behind them the air changed. Both Alphas turned on him with the same focused intensity.

Cassian backed him against the wall. "You handled the council. Now you handle us."

Vane’s hands were already on the zipper of Ren’s shirt, dragging it down. "They needed to see the marks. Now we remind you who put them there."

Ren’s cock hardened instantly. Slick gathered between his thighs. "Here? The walls are not that thick."

Cassian’s mouth found the left mating mark and bit down over the fresh scar. "Let them hear. Let anyone walking the corridor know exactly who you belong to."

Vane stripped the rest of Ren’s clothes with efficient pulls. Cassian did the same to himself. Within moments Ren was naked between two fully hard Alphas, the scent of their renewed arousal flooding the private quarters. Vane dropped to his knees, shoved Ren’s thighs apart, and dragged his tongue through the slick already coating his hole. Ren’s head thudded back against the wall. Cassian claimed his mouth in a deep, filthy kiss while Vane worked him open with tongue and fingers.

"Turn him," Vane said after a minute.

Cassian spun Ren and pushed his chest to the wall. Vane stood, lined up, and thrust in to the hilt in one stroke. Ren cried out. The sound carried. Cassian stepped in close on Ren’s other side, cocked his own length, and fed it between Ren’s lips. Ren took him deep, gagging slightly, while Vane fucked him in hard, possessive strokes that slapped skin against skin.

Cassian’s hand fisted in Ren’s hair. "Take it. The whole compound can scent you through the vents if they try. Let them know the double claim is active and enforced."

Vane’s rhythm stayed brutal. "You are ours. Both of us. Equal. Permanent. Anyone who questions it can come smell the proof on your skin."

They switched without warning. Cassian pulled from Ren’s mouth, Vane pulled from his hole, and they reversed. Cassian drove into Ren’s ass in one long thrust while Vane claimed his mouth. The dual use left Ren moaning around the cock stretching his throat. Slick ran down his thighs. His own cock hung heavy and dripping between his legs, untouched.

Cassian’s voice was rough against his ear. "Both of us at once. Against this wall. Now."

Vane withdrew from Ren’s mouth and moved behind him beside Cassian. They pressed in together, the dual stretch forcing a broken, loud cry from Ren that no one in the nearby corridor could have missed. Both thick cocks sank deep. Both Alphas began to move in a shared, aggressive rhythm that made the wall shudder.

Ren’s hands braced against the concrete. "Fuck—harder—"

They gave it to him. The double fucking turned relentless. Every thrust drove him forward into the wall. The wet sounds of slick and precum filled the room. Ren’s orgasm built under the intensity and the knowledge that the claim was being asserted within hearing distance of the pack.

"Come on us," Vane ordered.

Cassian’s teeth scraped the left mark again. "Show them who owns this hole."

Ren shattered. Cum striped the wall in front of him. His hole clamped down around both cocks hard enough to pull twin groans from the Alphas. They fucked him through it without slowing, then followed one after the other. Cassian’s knot swelled first, locking tight. Vane’s locked in beside it a second later. The dual swell stretched Ren to the limit while both Alphas emptied deep inside him. Thick pulses of cum had nowhere to go. Excess leaked out around the seal and ran down his legs onto the floor.

They stayed knotted against the wall, breathing hard, bodies pressed close. Cassian’s mouth lingered over the left mating mark. Vane’s tongue traced the right.

"The council saw the marks," Vane said quietly. "Now the rest of the territory can scent the proof."

Cassian’s hand stroked down Ren’s side. "You are official. Consort to both of us. No one gets to pretend otherwise."

Ren’s voice came out wrecked. "Good. Because I am not hiding it."

The knots held for long minutes. When they finally eased, the Alphas pulled free carefully. A heavy rush of cum and slick poured down Ren’s thighs. Vane cleaned him with a cloth from the attached bath while Cassian fetched water. Ren drank, still braced against the wall, the new permanent marks throbbing under the attention they had just received.

A sharp knock sounded at the outer door of the quarters. An aide’s voice carried through the reinforced panel.

"Councilor Dorian requests a formal audience. He is challenging the recognition of the double-mate bond under pack statute. He is waiting in the secondary hall."

Vane’s expression went cold. Cassian’s hand settled possessively at the back of Ren’s neck.

Ren looked between them, still leaking their combined release down his legs, and felt the next fight already taking shape.

"Then we answer him," Ren said. "Together."