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Rozanov has always known that he loves alpha men and alpha women. He loves his alphas. Yes, he has fucked a few betas and omegas, but has always known he prefers alpha men and women. Sasha had been an alpha. Many thought the coach’s son would turn into a male omega and then be bartered off by his father. However, he hadn’t. He’d actually been an Alpha just a more feminine one to the Russian eyes who still loved to fuck alphas just in other parts of Europe in a quieter manner.
Yet, after everything, he assumed he’d do what was expect of him and find a nice alpha female to settle down with.
Right now, Rozanov is fussing after being out with Svetlana. A few days ago, she brought up Jane. What if she knew something? She knew about Sasha and never told, but that is another time and place. Well at the Olympics she would have let him fuck Sasha to help him relax and avoid thinking about his brother and father. Hollander is another bag of worms though. If she really knew, which she doesn’t, but if she knew. He needs to be more careful. Not only for his own safety but for Hollander. Svetlana would never do that, but people slip up all the time. He could play this game. Flirt a little bit and maybe fuck and distract himself from whatever is going on because his alpha begs for him to be with Hollander even if he is an Alpha.
All the books, newspapers, adults, and movies growing up claimed you cannot have a tug towards another Alpha, but he knew what he felt. It was something.
And it scared him.
When Svetlana invites him to the club, he goes out in his slutty button up, tight pants, and slicked curls. His head is on a swivel. Someone will stand out. Yet, in the looking, he notices that something is different. Svetlana dances with another alpha woman, which isn’t uncommon, but what is around them is. Many are with same secondary sex and/or primary sex. Some are omegas and betas; others are two omegas; some are trios; and others are like Svetlana talking up an Alpha woman and swaying to the loud thumping music. Did Svetlana bring him here to try and ease him like she would with Sasha or was it something more? Did she know about Hollander? As he swirls his second shot of vodka, an alpha male comes up looking him over.
“You are very handsome.”
Ilya smirks. Where had Svetlana taken him? “Yes, I know this.”
The man laughs brushing his beard with another gaze over Ilya as if he was a fine piece of art. “What are you looking for tonight?”
“Hmm.” Ilya taps his upper lip. “I do not know.”
“Wanting fun, maybe?”
Now Ilya looks over the man. He’s in a nice little outfit with tight colored jeans and a bright colored shirt under a dark jacket. Several rings glitter the bar light. His long hair is done back, and he has some glitter on his cheeks.
“I love your accent.” The man moves closer. “I’d guess what you are drinking, but that might be a little prejudice.” Their arms brush.
Ilya wasn’t sure about that word. “Hmm, you can guess.” Then tips his head. “But lose, you buy for me.”
The arm nudges. The alpha scent passes between them in an invite. The guy’s scent is like a spruce tree with a backdrop of charcoal and rain. “Or if I guess, I buy you one, and if I’m write, you buy me one.” It’s a good scent. Not maybe as enticing as Shane…fuck…this is supposed to distract him.
“Hmm, I think I win either way.” He can flirt and hide from whatever Svetlana is trying to do.
The guy grins. “Vodka.”
Ilya smirks. “You are not wrong. Is shitty vodka. I’m not have ‘nother.”
The man laughs putting out his hand. “Rod.”
Ilya takes it as a moment to flirt. “Your name, Rod?”
The guy laughs. “Rodney, but here, people call me Rod.”
“Is not…” Ilya waves his hand.
“A little on the nose maybe. Could say something.” The alpha looks towards his own cock and then checks what Ilya might be packing.
Ilya turns waving at the bartender. “What do you want?”
“I’ll take a beer.”
Ilya gets two before slicking his hair back and turning to the other alpha.
“And what about you?”
Ilya winks. “Want to guess for drink?”
The guy has a nice laugh, and it’s probably his way to flirt. Yet it can be a little intense and make it hard to read a little bit. Laughter has to be a good sign. “I think done for tonight on bets.”
“Ah.”
“Do I still get your name?”
Ilya toys his bottom lip before they are handed their drinks. “Is Ilya.”
“Can you say it again?”
“Ilya.” He tries to do it slower.
“Ilya nice to meet you,” the guy was pretty close to the right pronunciation for as loud as the bar was. Svetlana kisses at the neck of the alpha woman, but her eyes dart to him before returning to her dance partner.
“What do you do?”
At a place like this, he might need to lie because between his name and still being in Boston, the guy might connect the dots now or later if he said hockey. “Sports gear.”
“Sports gear, like you sell it?”
He shrugs because the vaguer the better for future him and hiding whatever was happening here.
“Wow, don’t know much about that.”
“Is not interesting.”
“You probably meet cool people.” The guy takes his drink before dinking it with Ilya’s.
“Hmm,” he looks over the crowd.
“Am I boring you?”
Boring makes Shane pop in his head. “I do not know what you want.”
“Promise to hear me out.”
This is probably going to be some story about an ex and a wanted rebound which is fine with Ilya. “Yes.”
“Okay thanks.” The guy adjusts in his seat before leaning closer. “Well, my partner and I love to have fun nights.”
Ilya’s head cocks with widening eyes.
“He’s an alpha too, and yeah, we both think you are super cute.”
“Ah, I see.” He turns combing the room more.
“Over there.” The guy points to an alpha with locks and a steady gaze. The guy must work out. The man in front of him is a little chubby and not homely but a bit. The other guy is a beast. He might even be bigger than Marleau. “What do you think?”
“I am not sure.”
“Had to shot my shot.”
“No, is first night place like this.” Ilya waves. “And I am…” his phone buzzes. His eyes divert. Jane.
“You are seeing someone.”
“Is not serious.” Ilya puts his phone up which causes his Alpha to melt and moan about deserting Hollander.
The man hums. “Seems serious.”
“Eh, it cannot be.” He sips at his beer.
“Why not?” The man stops before shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have even asked.”
Ilya swears and then sighs. “Is alpha, and I alpha, and in his world, it is not safe, and in my country is not safe.”
“Wow.” The guy sets his drink down. “I’m sorry. Living in fear isn’t easy.”
“You know this?” What did the guy go through? It was legal in the states now.
“Well, a couple things. When I first came out, there was a lot more prejudice. I may not seem old, but I am in my forties. There is still a lot of hate against sexual orientations that aren’t considered traditional. And, I come from a very Christian background and a lot of my family still doesn’t talk to me because of the choices I made, but I’m happy.” The guy downs a large swallow. “I don’t mean to dump. I just want to let you know that there are people with different stories that can connect, and we are here to support each other no matter what.”
Ilya nods.
“Sometimes you have to be true to yourself, and I hope you can find that.” After patting Ilya’s arm, the guy starts walking away.
“Wait.” Ilya’s heart starts to pound.
Rod turns, “I don’t know that it’s a good idea.”
“Not that.” Ilya walks to him.
“Okay.” The guy isn’t that much shorter than him.
“I have question.”
“Alright.” Rod moves them to the table.
The big alpha grabs him and purrs in his mate’s ear. “So where we going?”
“Ilya isn’t interested.”
The dark eyes gleam at him with a question in them.
“He just has a question,” Rod’s voice is even and soft. “He’s kind of seeing another alpha male.”
“Cute ones are always taken,” he winks before running his hands up his mate’s shirt. “What’s he asking?”
“I don’t know yet.” Rod turns and kisses him. “Dave, this is Ilya, Ilya, my mate Dave.”
Dave kisses Rod again before turning him around. Rod hangs onto the Alpha’s arm. “Well? Is it about sex?”
Dave swats Rod’s bottom which makes Rod laugh again.
Ilya winks. “No, I am very good at sex.”
“Ah, so you’ve had sex with your alpha,” Dave’s deep voice rolls. “You like it a lot?”
“Is nice.”
“Just nice?” Rod asks.
“Ah, with this alpha, is…” Ilya takes a drink trying to find the word.
“Different?” Dave asks. “That’s how I felt when I met Rod.”
“You still want another person in bed?” Ilya has to ask not that he’s going to judge.
“We are kinky,” Dave says.
“Stop it,” Rod slaps his leg. “He’s still a baby at this.”
Ilya’s not sure if he’s being called a baby or Dave.
“You love it.”
Rod laughs again leaning further against his mate.
“Hmm, we do not do it often, but if we see someone.”
“I am best,” Ilya says.
“Cocky and young too,” Dave snorts.
“Refocus,” Rod hums moving away.
“I’m helping.” Dave tugs Rod back. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Rod cradles his drink and looks back to Ilya. “So, what’s the question?”
“Do you feel tug to each other?”
“Yes,” Dave says without a thought.
“I did after a few months,” Rod adds. “Why? Do you feel that?”
“Maybe, I do not know,” Ilya sighs. Svetlana is looking over. “I need to go, but thank you.” He can’t spend longer, but shows that it can happen. Could it happen to him though? And with Hollander of all people?
“Ilya,” Rod grabs his arm. “Don’t give up on this.”
“It is probably nothing,” Ilya keeps walking leaving the pair behind.
In the end, Svetlana does desert him for the woman, but the next morning, she comes by with coffee.
“Show me love bites.”
“Shut up,” she then curses him in Russian.
He cackles.
“You not go home with anyone.”
He hadn’t because instead, he had texted with Shane some and then gone to sleep. He couldn’t bring himself to find someone to make out with that could fulfill him like his desire for the other Alpha.
“What is wrong? You sick.”
“Stop it.” He shoves off Svetlana’s hand.
“Something is wrong. Were the two men creepy?”
“What?”
“Two alphas. I thought you might fuck them both.”
He pinches his nose.
“Is something wrong with Jane?”
“What?”
“That girl. Jane.” Her eyebrow shots up.
It’s a standstill in that he fears she knows but neither will say it.
“Okay, we go look at cars.”
“I have afternoon practice.”
“It is not even eleven. You are going. No more pouting.” Then she switches to English. “Is very sad for you.”
He huffs before sticking out his tongue at her.
He can’t stop thinking about the alphas and what they said though. Eventually, he does a little diving online and finds that people claim to have a tug towards people of the same secondary gender outside of betas or opposite primary sex. So maybe if he explored it, he could find it. The game is coming up in a few weeks with Montreal. He could make a move then. Maybe Shane could spend the night, they could actually talk, Ilya can pamper him, several rounds of sex, and see, feel it out. Maybe then he would know for sure if something was deeper and if Shane…Hollander was even ready.
So he began to plan every detail of his house and the time they could be together.