The day was bright, bustling with life, but Gao Tu's nerves were taut. Wen Lang had insisted they step outside together—an outing for the child—but the Alpha's presence made every glance from strangers feel like a test. Omega instincts flared, vulnerability mixing with the instinctive need to be claimed and protected.
"You're tense," Wen Lang murmured, voice low, dominance threading every word. His hand brushed along Gao Tu's back, a subtle claim, grounding him. "Relax. No one touches what's mine."
Gao Tu's ears flushed, scent rising slightly, chest tightening. "I… I can't help it," he admitted softly, voice trembling, Omega instincts alert.
Wen Lang's eyes softened, but the Alpha dominance remained undeniable. "Good," he said, leaning closer, thumb brushing Gao Tu's wrist in quiet reassurance. "You belong to me, here and everywhere. Don't forget it."
The child laughed nearby, blissfully unaware, while Gao Tu's body shivered with the tension of proximity and protection. Wen Lang's presence enveloped him completely—magnetic, commanding, unyielding.
Through the outing, Wen Lang guided them both, protective yet subtly playful, testing boundaries, reinforcing their bond. Each touch, glance, and whispered word reminded Gao Tu of his place—surrendered, cherished, and claimed. Omega instincts intertwined with Alpha dominance, desire simmering beneath a veneer of public civility, simmering, ready to ignite behind closed doors.