The morning after the marriage was quiet, heavy with a new kind of tension. Gao Tu moved through the apartment carefully, aware now not just of Wen Lang's Alpha presence, but of the official, binding claim that tied them together. Every glance, every movement, carried meaning, and his Omega instincts flared with heightened sensitivity.
Wen Lang watched him from the doorway, posture relaxed yet undeniably commanding. "You're thinking too much," he said softly, voice low, threaded with dominance. "You need to relax… for me."
Gao Tu's chest tightened. "I… I'm trying," he whispered, scent rising, heart hammering as the Alpha approached. Wen Lang's presence pressed in around him, subtle but unyielding, a magnetic pull that left him trembling.
The Alpha reached out, fingers brushing against Gao Tu's wrist, a delicate yet deliberate claim. "You belong to me now," Wen Lang murmured, lips curving faintly. "And I intend to remind you of that… often."
Gao Tu shivered, body taut with Omega desire, mind swimming with anticipation. "I… I can't resist you," he admitted softly, surrender threading his voice.
Wen Lang leaned closer, the warmth of his Alpha presence enveloping Gao Tu completely. "Good," he said, low, intimate, a promise and a command rolled into one. "You don't need to fight it. Not with me."
For a long moment, they simply existed in the charged space between them, Omega instincts and Alpha dominance entwining in a delicate dance. Desire, long simmering, now fully claimed under the seal of marriage, and the quiet awareness of Gao Tu's pregnancy potential added another layer to their tension—a future entwined as Alpha, Omega, and family.