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Only Hope - Chapter 1
Title: Only Hope
Author: onaxe
Pairing: Charles/Erik, Raven/Angel, Hank/Alex
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Alpha/Omega Dynamics, possible Mpreg (nothing explicit), mild violence, implied past child abuse (nothing explicit).
Summary: According to werewolf law, an unwed Omega cannot legally hold custody of a child. When Charles is challenged custody over his 17 year old sister, Raven, he desperately turns to the only solution available. He marries a complete stranger: brash Alpha, Erik Lehnsherr, who is haunted by a mysterious past.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Charles was sat propped up in bed, glasses perched on the end of his nose and deeply engrossed within his favourite novel, 'The Once and Future King', when he heard the click and creak of the front door opening, followed by the sounds of a loud thump and a muffled curse.

Frowning, Charles marked his place with an old bus ticket stub before slipping out of bed and padding to his open bedroom door. He cautiously poked his head out into the hallway, nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air, relaxing when Raven's familiar scent flooded his senses. He glanced at the glass-domed carriage clock ticking loudly on his bedside table, shaking his head when he saw it was just gone three in the morning.

He waited until Raven's dark figure ambled up the stairs and onto the landing before reaching around the corner to flick on the stair lights.

"Ow, fucking Jesus!" Raven cursed, belatedly raising her hands to shield her eyes from the sudden glare. She stumbled to a stop, swaying on her feet as she groaned in pain. From this distance, Charles could easily pick up on the heavy scent of alcohol mixed with the musky scent of unfamiliar Alphas.

"Have a good night, darling?" Charles asked in a pleasant voice, making a show of sniffing the air with a wrinkled nose as he leant against the door frame to his room.

"Fuck you, Charles," Raven snarled, squinting as she pointed at him with an unsteady hand. An inky black smear from a nightclub stamp decorated the back of it in the form of a howling wolf's head in profile. Charles grimaced as he recognised the Lycanthropy logo; a club in town that catered specifically to Alpha wolves. Being an Omega, Charles had never been himself, but he'd heard all of the disturbing rumours about what went on in that place.

"Language, Raven," Charles admonished half-heartedly. He was twelve years older than Raven and had practically raised her single-handedly since she was six, but because he was just her brother and an Omega, she didn't treat him with quite the same respect she would an Alpha parent. He'd learnt to pick his battles for when it really mattered, hence Raven's foul mouth. "How was Lycanthropy?"

Raven gave him a suspicious look, clearly picking up on the disapproval in his tone despite her inebriated state. "It was fine."

"Good, good." Charles looked away to gaze out the window, watching the lights of cars streaking past as he asked with feigned disinterest. "Meet anyone nice?"

"Oh, for fucks sake, Charles!" Raven barked suddenly, flinging her hands in the air.


"Don't fucking 'what' me with your shitty fake innocent look. You've been doing this since my first fucking heat! No, I didn't meet any fucking Omega's all right? No drunken fucks for me, okay?"

Charles frowned, standing straight as Raven barged past him into his room and flung herself face first onto his bed. "I only asked you a simple question, Raven. There's no need to snarl at me. And remove your boots from my bed, please."

Raven sat up, rolling her eyes and grumbling as she fumbled with her laces. Charles watched her struggle for a minute before he took pity on her, quickly undoing the messy knots and yanking the boots from her feet, placing them together neatly to one side of the door.

"I'm always careful, Charles. I'm still a virgin, I don't do any drugs and I make sure to take suppressants if I'm going out and due a heat." Raven watched him in silence for a moment before she spoke again, her voice soft. "I promise, I won't ever force a claim on someone."

Charles blinked in surprise at the unexpected statement, before he puffed out a sigh and crossed the room to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I know, darling. You're always a very responsible Alpha, I do know that," he admitted, smiling as she nuzzled into his chest like she always used to do when she was just a pup. He doubted she'd be doing so now if she were sober. "But you're my baby sister. It's my job to worry."

She gave a snort and squirmed in his arms as she tried to get more comfortable. Charles took the hint, laying them both down on the bed and tucking the blankets up to cover them. Raven snuffled into his neck, her muscles slowly relaxing as she took in the familiar scent of her brother and began to drift off to dreamland.

"Charles?" she murmured, her voice heavy with sleep.


"I worry about you too, you know."

"Oh?" Charles frowned, a little puzzled. He was always careful to take his suppressants and made sure to steer clear of Alpha territory, sticking to the more human and Omega friendly areas of the city. He never ventured out after dark by himself and when he did go out, it was usually with Moira or one of his other human friends from the University. He couldn't think of having done anything reckless enough to have Raven worry about him. "How so?"

"I just want you to be happy," Raven mumbled, her voice barely audible.

His frown deepened. "What are you talking about? I am happy." There was a beat of silence. "Raven?"

He glanced down to see Raven had fallen asleep, getting nothing but a twitch and a sleepy murmur in response. Dismissing her words as drunken ramblings, Charles affectionately pecked the top of her blonde head.

"Goodnight, dearest," he whispered.


The sun was slanting into the kitchen through the window that overlooked the tiny back garden, bathing Charles in warmth where he sat at the huge antique table that took up two thirds of the entire room, a fresh cup of tea and plate of biscuits at his elbow as he graded papers. He was just marking Kitty Pryde's paper with a large A and a smiley face when Raven finally appeared, slumping against the door frame.

She was still dressed in last night's outfit, though now rumpled from where she'd slept in it, her long hair a tangled crows nest and her pretty face slack as she suffered the effects of what must have been a hell of a hangover.

"Good morning," Charles chirped, amused at her haggard appearance.

"Gnurgh," Raven eloquently replied, shuffling barefoot across the room to the coffee-pot. She poured herself a cup, heating it in the microwave to fill the kitchen with the heavy aroma of cooked beans before taking a sip and letting out a grateful sigh. Charles had never been a coffee connoisseur, preferring a good ol' cup of English tea, but Moira had always wrinkled her nose in disgust at Raven's version of making coffee. "What time is it?"

"Just past twelve," Charles replied, flicking a glance at his wristwatch. Then, because he was her big brother after all, he asked, "How about some breakfast? Bacon, eggs, sausages, hash browns, mushrooms, fried tomatoes and blood pudding sound good?"

Raven's face paled as she pulled a face. "Fuck off, Charles. Bloody bastard," she muttered, affecting a British accent to mock him as she slumped into her usual chair opposite him, stealing a biscuit off his plate to nibble on. Charles chuckled and shook his head.

The doorbell rang, startling them both. They rarely had visitors, the only person who ever came round their house being Moira, who never bothered to ring the bell and just strode right in since she had her own key.

"You didn't order anything, did you?" Charles asked as he slowly got to his feet. Raven shook her head.

Instinct and experience left Charles cautious as walked out the kitchen, his slippered feet silent as he slipped through the adjoined living room out into the hallway. He paused at the window next to the front door, peeking out past the lace curtain. A woman he'd never seen before stood on the front porch, her hip cocked to one side as she tapped her stilettoed foot impatiently against the ground whilst she waited for someone to open the door.

She had blonde hair, coiffed perfectly to frame her face, a pair of fashion shades guarding her eyes from the midday sun. Her suit was completely white, including the buttons that fastened her blazer tight to her ample-sized chest. She held a suitcase in one hand, the black leather looking odd against the pure white of her outfit. Her lips were drawn into a thin line, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her thigh in a show of annoyance.

Charles took note of all this, taking a moment to weigh the risk of the woman being a possible threat to him or Raven before he deigned to open the door, a charming smile in place on his face. It slipped when he was immediately flooded by the heady scent of an Alpha in heat, his breath leaving him in a quick pant at the spike of arousal the smell sent to his groin. His instincts screamed at him to kneel before this woman, to bear his throat and beg to be claimed. It was an old Alpha trick, using their heat to exert a sense of dominance over unclaimed Omegas, one that usually worked since unclaimed Omegas where normally much younger and inexperienced at resisting the pull of their instincts.

The Alpha stared at him, a finely plucked eyebrow raised and a smirk playing about her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing as well, damn her. Charles tightened his grip on the door until it became painful, struggling to meet the Alpha's gaze when instinct told him to lower his eyes in deference. After a moment, Charles managed to pull himself together and stare the Alpha down in an obvious act of defiance.

Her expression flickered into one of surprise for a moment before she smirked once more, removing her shades to reveal a pair of icy blue eyes. "Impressive," she admitted. "Charles Xavier, I presume?"

"Yes," Charles agreed, coldly polite. "And you are?"

"Emma Frost, Pack attorney," she said, extending her hand towards him in a silent challenge. Charles took it in a firm grip and shook once before tucking his hand behind his back, proving he wasn't afraid of her.

"Pleasure," Charles said, his tone revealing it was anything but. "How can I help you Miss Frost? I'm afraid I'm not a member of a Pack any more."

"Emma, please. And that's exactly the problem, Sugar," she told him, pausing for a moment before asking. "Shall we take this inside?"

Charles shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't allow that, Miss Frost. My sister is an Alpha, and with you on heat-"

"She'd think I was encroaching on her territory and pick a fight," Emma finished for him with a huff of annoyance. "Then let's talk about this elsewhere. I'd rather not stand on your front porch looking like a lousy door to door salesman."

"Perhaps if you told me what this is actually about, first," Charles replied, unwilling to trust her after the stunt she just tried to pull on him. He was glad Raven had apparently decided to stay in the kitchen. He didn't want to think about what would have happened if she had been present for that.

Emma shot him a look of annoyance before swinging her briefcase around, resting it against the window mantel as she clicked it open, fishing out a file and handing it to Charles. "I'm here to inform you that someone has filed a claim of rightful custody for your sister, Raven Xavier."

"What?" Charles exclaimed, taking the file and flipping it open. "That's impossible. There's no one who can-"

He froze, heart plummeting through his stomach when he skimmed through the official letter. It was detailing how, as a single Omega, he was deemed unfit by werewolf law to properly care for a young Alpha. But that wasn't the worst of it.

There, signed clearly at the bottom in black and white under the official petitioner, was a name that filled Charles with horror and dread; a name that resurfaced childhood memories of hiding under his bed or in his closet whilst a cruel voice used to sing out his name, detailing all the lewd and horrible things he was going to do the moment he found Charles.

It was signed Cain Marko.