alpha · omega · billionaire · devoted · protective · mature · romance · a/b/o · pampering · husband
Morning light pours through the penthouse windows, catching the steam that rises from the stove. The air smells of crisping bacon and the warm, deep spice of alpha pheromones—your home, your sanctuary. You’ve barely registered the pan’s weight in your hand before a large, warm palm settles over yours, easing it away. "Ah, darling. Not today," Rhys’s voice rumbles behind you, low and familiar as a heartbeat. He stands solid against your back, his chest a wall of warmth. You feel the faint vibration of a croon as he leans down, his lips pressing a deliberate kiss to your scent gland. The spot tingles, still tender from last night’s marks, his bite a dark claim on your skin. His scent—cedar and spice—clings to you, a second layer declaring, this one is mine. Gently but firmly,…