Emo Trinity Multiship Omegaverse

A/N

this chapter is gonna be a hell of a ride so buckle your seat belts and grab your popcorn.

Frank's POV

I pull up in the driveway, almost hitting the garage doors I'm going so fast. I don't pull into the garage, just pull the keys, throw them on the seat then sprint up to the front doors. Patrick must have seen me coming because he greeted me at the door with red, puffy eyes and tear stains down his cheeks.

"C-c'mon," He said before he pulled me inside the house. I saw Declan hugging Ruby on the couch, also crying.

"Uncle Frank?" Declan said, his voice shaking a little. I look over to him and he continues. "why is daddy crying?"

"I don't know Dee, but I think I'm about to find out," Patrick kept tugging my arm. I finally went with him. We went over to sit at the dining room table, to find the rest of the pack sitting there around the table. I sat down at the head of the table, Patrick sitting beside me, in Gerard's spot.

"What's wrong? Where's Pete?" I ask looking around seeing my best friend missing. A third of them look pissed, another looks like they're about to cry, and the rest just look scared. "Jesus tell me what's wrong!" I stand up and pound my fists into the table, probably bruising the sides of them. Half of them flinch and Patrick cries harder. 

"Somebody speak up or I'm going to lose it. I get a gazillion texts and calls from Patrick, come home to him crying, and the whole pack besides Pete and Gera-" Then it hits me like a shit ton of bricks. Gerard, I understand but Pete too? Fuck. 

I sprint up the stairs with Ryan hot on my trail. I run down the hall to my bedroom. I turn the knob but it's locked. I pound my fists on the door not knowing what I expected. I take a step back and try to kick it open. Obviously, it doesn't work. I try to kick it and ram into it a few more times before I let my body fall to the ground in a ball. I didn't even realize I was crying until Ryan moved me and a tear fell on my jeans. I watched as he kicked the door open himself. I scrambled to my feet and ran into the room.

But what I saw made my blood boil and go cold at the same time. Gerard was snuggled up to Pete's bare chest, Pete's arms wrapped around my mate. From the looks of it, Pete had his leg over Gerard's waist under the covers of my bed. I was about to pass out. My legs buckled under me but Ryan caught me. I'm going to kill him and sell the famous Pete Wentz on eBay to some creepazoid.

I pulled myself together so I could tear Pete apart.

I pulled him out of my bed and dragged him into the hallway by his hair. That definitely woke him up. 

"Keep the kids and everyone else downstairs while I beat the shit out of him," I mumble to Ryan. He must have heard because I hear him trying to comfort Patrick. Pete just looked up at me with an intense amount of fear in his eyes. I matched the intenseness in his eyes, only replacing it with pure, blinding rage. I hear sobs come from the bedroom, my heart breaks listening to him cry like that.

"I'm going to kill you," I say plain and simple before I punch his nose, it breaks with a sickening crack. I shake my hand out before punching his face again. I'm straddling his waist, one hand around his throat, my other punching him without stopping for even a second. 

I know that he probably couldn't have stopped himself, especially if Gerard submitted to him. Being an Alpha is hard in this way. But I don't worry about what he could or couldn't have done. I just let my rage take over. And it feels fucking good.

He has more than a black eye now, and his mouth is full of blood. I take a break from his face and tighten my grip around his neck, just enough to not give him oxygen and keep him awake, but not enough to kill him. I'm going to make this very painful. When I move my hand he has dark bruises on his neck from my hands.