Summary: In the Shadow World, dominated by the Alpha Shadowhunters, Alec has been keeping a secret for the past years. However, when the threat of Valentine's and the Circle looms in, Alec and his friends turn for help to the High Warlock and the most powerful Alpha among the Downworlders, Magnus Bane, who's been looking for his perfect mate as well. When the two meet, the secrets begin to reveal. Will Alec overpower the pull of his mating bond? Or will he let himself be his true self in the Shadow World?

Prologue

Magnus fell on his red velvet sheets with a satisfying smile. He was panting loudly, wetting his lips with his tongue. This was one of the best sex he had in a century. Not just because it was a man, but also because he didn't have to hasten himself in fear of being caught by the Circle. He could finally relax and enjoy himself.

"It was good," his partner said, lighting his cigarette.

Magnus cast a proud look at the younger man. He was quite a catch. Black hair, hazel eyes, muscles. He would be perfect for Bane if only he wouldn't bite so much and howl in the middle of the act.

Lilith, he should have stayed away from werewolves altogether.

"You want a smoke?"

"I don't smoke this shit, Marcus." The werewolf nodded. "You should know, that a man of my age if any smokes the great stuff. A cigar, a Cuban one."

"Sometimes, I forget how old are you, Magnus."

Bane laughed at the words of his companion. He wasn't that old. He was barely four hundred years old, give or take a few years. But who would remember after such a long time? He was still young in his heart and soul if he had any. And he enjoyed his youth to the limits. Especially now that he was free to do so. Everyone was free now.

It was the brand new world. A brand new age of freedom.

"Anyway, aren't you supposed to go to the Institute?" Marcus asked as he pulled his pants up, crushing the cigarette in his right hand. "You know, the shadowhunters don't like tardiness. They're very strict."

"I won't bend to their rules, Marcus." Magnus conjured his black silk robe and got up from his bed. He walked towards his mini bar and poured himself a glass of martini. He raised his glass in a silent ask towards Marcus, but the man denied the offer. "They called, they will have to wait for me."

A memory of a yesterday played in Magnus's mind.

Magnus was sitting in his office in his loft, sighing loudly. The barking of the werewolves in his living room was giving him a headache. Every muscle in his neck was giving him a pain, as he was brewing the potions all night.

In one hand, he loved his job as the High Warlock of Brooklyn. He earned it not just because he was the most powerful warlock in New York, but as well, because he was set to help those in need. Namely, the Omegas in need. Make no mistake, Magnus was an Alpha, a powerful one, but he was different from other Alphas.

"You're quite the catch, Bane," Marcus Stevenson eyed him from head to toe. The Alpha of the New York pack licked his lips, walking towards the Magnus. "And you smell good, too. I want to have a night with you."

"Gee, thanks. I've been known to baths and showers for years." Bane snark back and filled the vial with a red potion for the omegas' in Marcus's pack. "Besides, what your omega would say?"

"She knows her place," Marcus growled, spraying his Alpha pheromone at Bane.

See? This was a difference between Magnus and other Alphas. Magnus Bane has never used his second nature to overpower any omega he's been around. Make no mistake, he was the dictionary equivalent of an Alpha. Powerful, tall, dominant. Yet, Magnus didn't treat people according to their sex or nature. For him, everybody was equal and deserved a respect.

Maybe with a few exceptions, namely, the shadowhunters. Magnus hated them ever since Valentine and the Circle. This was one of the darkest times in the whole shadow world. Magnus still shudders when he remembers it.

It was around the late nineties, when Valentine Morgenstern, a twenty-year-old Alpha formed a group of Alphas and Betas, called the Circle. Officially, the Clave didn't want to have anything to do with them, but Magnus knew better. The Circle was a dirty hand of the Clave that was harassing not only the downworlders but the male shadowhunters who were omegas as well. It was a rare situation for a shadowhunter to be an omega, but there were cases. They were so proud that there was no possibility for one of them to be the low-caste omega.

Magnus heard that those omegas would be killed by their family for bringing such a dishonor to their families. If they weren't caught by the Circle first.

A bunch of bullshit - Magnus thought to himself then.

For Bane omegas were a rare treasure, a gift given by the mother nature to be cherished and loved. The warlock always wanted to find himself a lovely omega, but he wasn't lucky enough. He had dreamt about the kind of omega that will belong just to him. A one that was designated just for him. Call him a hopeless romantic, but he wanted to love and bond with someone perfect for him.

Magnus was in his dream state for a while, not minding the words coming out of Marcus's mouth. He would probably stop listening to him altogether if it weren't for a sudden fire message materializing itself before him. Bane caught the paper before it fell into the brewing potion.

He unrolled the paper, confused by it and raised it up to his eyes. He had to blink twice when his cat eyes caught the symbol at the top.

The Angelic Rune.

He moved his sight below it and began to read.

High Warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus Bane,

We would like to invite you to a meeting in the Institute of New York, seeing as it is the place of your current living. By the orders of the Clave, we would like to form a partnership between the local inhabitants of the Institute and the local members of the downworlders. Seeing as you are the only known leader of your people, we will have the talks with you.

The meeting will take a place tomorrow morning, 10 a.m., at the New York Institute.

A forthright notice, please, refrain from using a portal, our secure system is active.

With the consent of the Clave,

Robert Lightwood, the Head of the New York Institute

To say that Magnus was in a shock was the understatement of the millennium. His mouth was agape, his cat eyes were opened widely. He didn't even know when he sat down on the leather chair behind his desk. Magnus was gripping the note so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"Are you ok?" He didn't respond to Marcus's ask, nor he reacted to his touch on his shoulder. "Oh. Shadowhunters wants to form a partnership with us? That is a joke of the year. You're not considering going, are you?"

"I don't know." He replied sincerely. Magnus didn't know what to do. In one hand, he didn't want to have anything to do with the shadowhunters. On the other, he knew, they are pesky little things and if he won't show up now, they will show up armed at his place one day. He may be powerful and all, but even he can't fight them all off.

"Think about it and I'll come by later." For what? Magnus had no idea. However, he nodded at Marcus and a moment later he was alone in his office, staring down at the message from the New York Institute.

He had a meeting with shadowhunters. Tomorrow. Oh, joy. This will be fun, he thought to himself.

"I should get going," Marcus stated firmly, buttoning his red flannel shirt. Magnus had to admit, the look suited him great. As the werewolf puffed his muscled chest at him, Bane had forgotten why he didn't want to have this casual sex with the Alpha in the first place. "We should do this again sometimes."

"We definitely should." Before Marcus could respond to that, Magnus's cell phone rang. The warlock took it from the nightstand and realized it was his best friend calling. Marcus waved at Bane and left his bedroom, just when the warlock was pressing the green button. "Ragnor, my friend."

"Did you get the message from the Clave as well?" His friend's voice was frantic, mixed with shallow breaths. "Magnus?"

"I did. I'm about to dress and see what they have in the store for us." Magnus spoke conjuring himself a proper attire for today's event. The most obnoxious shirt he owned, the red one with lots of golden emblements and white striped leather pants. He magicked his makeup as well. Golden eyeshadow, red eyeliner, dark red lip gloss. The last part he had to do was put on glitter on his clothes.

"Are you sure it's a good idea? Maybe we should go together. At least we'll have a bigger chance against them." Ragnor reasoned through the phone. Magnus could easily imagine his worried look and the frown on his green face.

"I'll be fine. I'll go, you don't. Once I'll figure out what the Clave has to offer, I will contact you, Ragnor."

"But what if they attack you? Our magic isn't that great in their Institutes."

"If they try anything, I'll take the Head of the Institute as my hostage and leave the place. Don't worry, my green bean." Ragnor huffed at the name. "I'll call you afterward. Have some sex, it will relax you."

He didn't give Ragnor a time to respond as he ended the call. Magnus took a glance of himself in the bedroom mirror. After deeming himself presentable, he conjured himself a portal.

Magnus stepped out of the portal about two hundred meters from the Institute. Huffing loudly, he covered himself more with the black bejeweled coat and moved forward through the snow laying on the pavement leading to the remains of some old church.

For every mundane, it looked like an abandoned place, but Magnus could see through the facade of the glamor. In fact, it was marvelous. Bane could feel the angelic power radiating from the bottom of the Institute. The dark red walls made of brick were casting a dangerous shadow on those who dared to look upon. Magnus moved forward towards the wooden arched door, covered with steel runes and locks. He looked at both sides, trying to find a doorbell or some handle to knock, but there was none. Magnus cursed under his nose and placed his hand upon the angelic rune in the middle of the door.

As if on a cue, he felt a slight burn in the middle of his right hand. However, his actions worked. In no time he heard the alarm going on inside and before he knew, two armed shadowhunters jumped at him out of nowhere.

"I'm here to see the Head of the Institute." He said, freezing them with his magic before they could slaughter him with their blades. "I was called by him last night."

Magnus released the shadowhunters and stepped aside, so they could lead him inside. The three of them moved into the hallway and stopped right there. Magnus wondered if this Institute has the same places as the one in London. Back in the old days, he was an often guest of Branwell's' and Herondale's families.

"Wait here, warlock." One of the shadowhunters said. "And don't touch anything."

"It's High Warlock of Brooklyn or Mister Bane for you, shadowhunter," Magnus replied harshly, giving him an offended look. There was no way he will let them disrespect him when they invited him here.

Both shadowhunters whispered to each other and soon split their ways, leaving Magnus standing alone in the hallway. Bane looked around at the paintings hanging on the wall. They represented their famous Angel Raziel. If you asked him, the Raziel wasn't so great of an Angel. At least that's what Magnus's father had told him once. And he knew it, he was an Angel once too. The other represented the so-called mortal Instruments. The Mortal Cup and the Maellartach, the Mortal Sword. But there was no painting of the Mortal Mirror, the legendary lost item.

"Are you a fairy?" Magnus heard a faint boyish voice behind his back. He turned around but there was no one there. Maybe he imagined it. Yet, before he had a chance to convince himself of hearing voices, he felt a slight tug on his coat sleeve.

Bane looked down and spotted a small boy, couldn't be more than five years old, with ink-black hair, pale skin, and beautiful big blue eyes. The boy was wearing black pants and brown sweater, however, he was barefoot.

"Are you a fairy?" The boy repeated himself, frowning.

"No. I'm a warlock, boy." His blue eyes opened wider if that was possible for such a little boy.

"You can do magic?" his voice was full of excitement. Magnus nodded to this and crouched before the boy.

Then it happened. A faint, but still, sweet scent hit his nostrils, giving him the goosebumps on his arms. At first, he had no idea where did the scent come from, but it was pleasing to his Alpha nature, almost calming. Magnus had no idea, what that meant, but when he smelled the air again, he realized that the scent was coming off from the little boy before him. Was it because he was a part angel, unruned still? Or maybe it was something else?

"I'm Alec and I live here with my mommy and daddy and soon my baby sister will be born. I'm three. What's your name?" The boy asked, looking in an awe at Magnus.

"I'm Magnus. Where are your parents?" Bane asked, looking around. A child this age shouldn't wander alone in the hallways. Even though he had no children himself, he knew such things.

"On the meeting with the Consul. Can you show me your magic?" Such a curious little creature, Magnus thought, chuckling at the adorableness of the boy. He snapped his fingers and conjured a black-white fluffy husky plush dog, smaller than the boy himself. "Wow."

"Do you like it, Alec?" The boy nodded, clutching the toy to his chest. "It's yours then."

"How do we name him, Magnus?" Before Magnus had a chance to respond, they heard a howl behind them.

"Alexander!" The boy flinched at the shout. From the female's voice, Magnus could only guess it was the boy's mother. "Come here this instant!"

Alec stepped around Magnus very reluctantly and moved forward towards his mother. Magnus stood up and turned around to face the woman. He was shocked to find Maryse Lightwood before him. He had heard that she was pregnant during the last fights in the circle but he thought it a rumor. Yet, here she was, looking mad at the little boy, with a huge pregnant belly.

"Mama, Magnus is a warlock and can do magic," Alec explained as he stood next to her, showing her the plush toy. "He gave me this doggy. Can he stay with us?"

"Oh Alec," Magnus spoke with a soft smile. "I have a home already and I came to see your daddy."

Magnus found the pout on Alec's face very adorable.

"Warlock Bane." Maryse addressed him, grabbing Alec's hand into her own. She tugged him closer a bit too harshly, but the boy didn't mind it. "We've been waiting for you."

"Hm, at least one of your family knows his manners," he murmured to himself, before speaking louder. "I was told to wait here and your son was keeping me company. Thank you for your lovely companionship, Sir Alexander. It was a pleasure to meet you."

Alec giggled and hid his cute blush between the plush's ears.

"Ah, High Warlock, you are finally here." A new voice hit his ears. Magnus turned to the side and found Robert Lightwood and some other man standing in the doorway leading to some office. Robert gave his wife a confused look. "What is Alec doing here? Take him to Hodge, Maryse."

Maryse nodded and turned to leave the hallway when Alec ripped his hand off the grip and ran to Magnus. The boy grabbed his hand in his and shook it.

Suddenly, Magnus smelled the sweet scent again, however, now it was followed by a strange tingling inside of his chest. He didn't know what was it. He never felt it before. The sensation was dangerous, exciting and amazing at the same time. It only lasted for a second or two, but Magnus felt overwhelmed by it. He didn't want it to end.

"Alexander!" Both Maryse and Robert shouted at the boy.

His smile dropped again and he released Magnus's hand.

"Bye Magnus, thank you for the doggy."

"You are most welcome, Alexander. Goodbye, little shadowhunter."

As the boy was leaving with his mother, Magnus smelled the air once again. The faint scent of Alec's sweetness surrounded him, giving him the warmth inside again.

He didn't know what it meant, but as Robert Lightwood was leading him to the office, Magnus swore himself to find out what was the mystery around the little Alec Lightwood.

A/N: Did you like it?

Hello, hello,

As I mentioned back in MWAAF, I'm back in a collaboration with my dear friend Daime Guiral.

This story is a new topic for both of us. A few words of introducing: We decided to try out in the alpha/beta/omega verse. Keep your fingers crossed for us! We decided to share the main characters, so chapters from Magnus's pov will be written by Intoxic and from Alec's pov written by Daime. We hope you'll like our different styles of writing. More information will be put with the particular chapters. Also, to adapt to the a/b/o verse, we decided to change a few things, but hopefully you'll like it as well.

Also! We're looking for a beta to this collaboration. Seeing as none of us is English native speaker, we'd like someone else checking as well.

Ok, enough of blabbing.

Review if you feel like to,

Intoxic and Daime Guiral.