The morning was deceptively calm, but Gao Tu could feel the storm brewing beneath the surface. Wen Lang had stepped out earlier, leaving Gao Tu with the child, but the Alpha's presence lingered like a memory—commanding, magnetic, and impossible to ignore.
Then he saw it: a message on Wen Lang's phone that Gao Tu hadn't meant to see. A colleague's name, lighthearted banter, laughter in words—something seemingly innocuous—but it struck Gao Tu's Omega instincts like a flare of alarm.
"You… saw something," Wen Lang said later, voice calm but edged with perceptive dominance, as if reading the smallest flicker of Gao Tu's tension. "Tell me what's wrong."
Gao Tu's chest tightened, scent spiking, Omega vulnerability flaring. "I… I saw the message," he admitted, voice trembling. "It… it felt like you—" He stopped, struggling to articulate the mix of jealousy, fear, and desire coursing through him.
Wen Lang's eyes softened slightly, Alpha control tempered with intimacy. "You think I would ever—" He stepped closer, closing the gap, letting his presence envelop Gao Tu. "I belong to you. Our son. And that's not negotiable."
Gao Tu shivered under the weight of the Alpha's dominance, vulnerability colliding with desire. "I… I don't want to lose you," he admitted, voice barely a whisper. "Even… even for a moment."
Wen Lang reached out, brushing a hand along Gao Tu's cheek, thumb lingering possessively. "Good," he murmured, low and intimate, dominance wrapped in reassurance. "You won't. I'm Alpha. You're Omega. And our bond… is unbreakable."
The tension melted slowly, Omega instincts calming under the careful, deliberate control of the Alpha. Desire lingered, simmering just beneath the surface, now threaded with trust reaffirmed and the knowledge that jealousy could never sever what was claimed so thoroughly.