The morning brought silence weighted with yesterday's confessions. Gao Tu moved carefully, aware of Wen Lang's Alpha presence like a gravitational pull he could not resist. Every glance, every subtle movement ignited Omega instincts, leaving him trembling with desire and restraint.
"You've been avoiding me," Wen Lang said softly, eyes piercing, Alpha dominance palpable. "Not that I mind, but…" His voice lowered, intimate, teasing. "You can't hide from what you are—or from me."
Gao Tu's heart thudded. "I… I tried," he admitted, Omega instincts flaring, scent rising. "But I… I can't."
Wen Lang stepped closer, hand hovering near Gao Tu's shoulder. "Then we won't," he said, dominance laced with care. "We'll face it. Together."
A silent agreement passed between them. Desire simmered, boundaries blurred, and the pull of Alpha to Omega stretched taut, ready to snap. The inevitability of marriage, the claim of the Alpha, the surrender of the Omega—all were imminent.