Omega's Stepbrother

he would enroll in college, when he wanted to study business so he and Raph could set up a company together.
That dream had shattered a long while ago. Wyatt cringed at the thought of their disappointment, all over again.
“If you get pregnant, we’re gonna have to abort the baby.”
The word abort sent chills down Wyatt’s spine. He thought about the gleam of scalpels, the bright lights above an operating table. His scar itched; Wyatt rubbed his belly, and Raph’s gaze anchored on the silvery skin there. So Wyatt left his hand on top of his scar, as though he could hide his past from Raph.
“I’m not thinking about it,” he said, burying his face in Raph’s solid thigh. “I’m not ready for this.”
“We’ll have to be,” Raph said, stroking his fingers through Wyatt’s hair. “Dad’s got a couple of interviews coming up. National news and all. He might mention us at the news conferences.”
“Tell him not to,” Wyatt groaned. He didn’t feel any different from an hour ago—maybe well-fucked, but not pregnant. “Maybe you’re thinking too much into this. Maybe you didn’t come inside me.”
Raph sighed. “Fine. We’ll give it a week or two. I’ll check up on you after that, okay?”
Wyatt gulped. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Except his body ached, his skin damp from sex, and he now knew the slide of Raph’s finger inside him, trying to search out his come.
Raph slipped his hands under Wyatt’s arms, lifting him off the bed. Wyatt whined. But Raph wasn’t swayed—he walked Wyatt to the bathroom, sat him on the toilet, and ran a washcloth under the faucet. “Gonna clean you up.”
Wyatt sighed.
The bathroom looked the same as it had nine years ago—simple bath, a ceramic sink set into a marbled countertop. Except Wyatt’s drawings and stickers were gone. Like Grandma had ordered all traces of Wyatt to be wiped away.
“Why’d you keep Hazel?” Raph asked.
What Raph meant was, Why’d you keep Max’s baby when he’d abused you?
Wyatt closed his eyes, breathing through his nose. It had been a difficult decision. He’d been afraid that the baby would end up looking like Max, and maybe he’d get panic attacks just by glancing at his child.
But Hazel had ended up taking after Wyatt, from her hazel eyes to her blond hair. Wyatt had been beyond relieved when there wasn’t a trace of Max on her. Not that he wanted to remember Max at all.
“I figured... it isn’t the baby’s fault,” he said, looking down at the C-section scar. The abortion pills had given him rashes, his body scorching with fever. A physical abortion meant he’d have to deal with a stranger’s touch.
Keeping the child had been the only other choice, back then.
Raph wrung the towel dry, dropping to a kneel in front of Wyatt. He wiped Wyatt’s face first, the warmth of the towel soaking into his skin. It felt good. Refreshing. Wyatt sighed, leaning into his hands.
“I missed you,” he blurted. “Sorry I didn’t... didn’t contact you.”
Raph met his eyes briefly. “I don’t blame you—I should be the one sorry. That afternoon... I should’ve been more careful. She could’ve dropped by any moment, and I knew we were playing with fire. It’s not your fault.”
But Wyatt had all but begged Raph to touch him. Grandma had been watching them through the weeks prior, her eyes like a hawk’s. She’d always disliked Wyatt—she was Dad’s mother, and she’d wanted Dad to stay married to Dad’s first wife. Except Raph’s mom had died, and Dad had found a second wife when Raph turned seven—Wyatt’s mom.
“Grandma’s your boss, isn’t she?” Wyatt asked quietly.
Raph looked away. “She just owns the company. I don’t report directly to her.”
The fact remained that they all owed Grandma something or other. As the owner of the Alpha Associates Bank, Grandma could very well sink Raph’s reputation like a rock. She owned the mansion their parents lived in, and she’d paid for all their education, back when they were growing up.
Wyatt had dropped out of college when he’d found out that Dad had borrowed to pay for his tuition. He didn’t want his dad deeper in debt—Grandma liked keeping Mom and Dad under her control. Why they continued to stay in this mansion... Mom had refused to say, but Wyatt suspected it had something to do with Grandma.
Raph dragged the washcloth along Wyatt’s throat, then down his chest, his arms. “If you’re pregnant... We’ll figure something out.”
Wyatt’s stomach sank again. “I hope so.”
“We will.”
Raph rinsed the towel off, then wiped down Wyatt’s legs, and the creases between his thighs. Raph’s knot had receded by now; he looked good anyway, from the damp shirt clinging to his chest, to his strong thighs parted around Wyatt’s feet. And his eyes... Wyatt had always loved his eyes, blue as an ocean’s depths.
“Just wanted to say you’re so damn brave,” Raph said. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around for you. I should’ve.”
Wyatt’s heart squeezed. Raph dragged the fluffy washcloth between his toes, then down his soles, and up his heels. When he was done with Wyatt’s feet, he looked up, meeting Wyatt’s gaze.
Raph looked vulnerable in that moment, kneeling by Wyatt’s feet, his face so open.
So Wyatt cupped his cheeks, leaned in, and kissed his forehead.
“It’s not your fault, either,” Wyatt whispered, his pulse pattering. They were being too intimate as brothers. But as alpha and omega... it worked. It felt right. And he didn’t know which he should do—follow his heart, or his mind. “I shouldn’t have tried seducing you back then. You know, before.”
“But today was fine?” Raph smiled crookedly.
Wyatt swallowed. Today had been more than fine. It had been amazing—far better than any sex with Max. And maybe Wyatt should’ve let Raph back into his life earlier. Or maybe they shouldn’t have done this at all.
Raph straightened, draped the towel on the edge of the sink, and pulled Wyatt to his feet. “C’mon. We shouldn’t be here. Are you staying for the rest of the party?”
“No. I’m done. I was