"Then let me fuck you, Alex; let this omega woman fuck big bad Alpha like you." "What?" Alex mumbled in shock, half not understanding and half overwhelmed by Ashly's proximity and the heat and weight of her body as it pressed up against Alex. "You asked me what to do. You said you'd do anything," Ashly reminded him, her hand sliding up Alex's neck and into his hair. He would smell like Ashly later and would probably have to shower to get the scent off. "So let me fuck you, like you fuck me." It's rare for an omega to be top-notch; it's a rare case. It only happens when an alpha loves his omega more than anyone else, even more than himself. Alex's breath was ragged, and he was having trouble getting his eyes to focus. His inner alpha was practically purring to fuck Ashly. He leaned his head into Ashly's touch without thinking about it. It took him a second to remember the conversation and to parse what Ashly had said. "Give you what?" Ashly leaned closer, so her breath fanned over

Alex was sitting. He had a plastic bag filled with chocolate and candy, and he was apparently sitting on the ground. He had the vague notion that he was waiting for something, but he couldn't recall what. This will always happen when he drinks too much coffee. His head is hurting like hell, but he still wants his answer. He wants to know who Ashly's new lover is, if Ashly really moved on, why she didn't break their bond, and why the hell she told Alex to fuck her three months ago. Is because she wants to take revenge, but Alex knows Ashly is not a cheater. But Alex had already accused her of cheating on her lover. "Mum, who is that?" At the sound of the childish voice, Alex looked up and found Ashly standing just a short distance away. She had grocery bags in one hand, and the other hand was clutched around a much smaller one. Beside her, Adom was goggling at Alex with wide eyes. "Mum, who the hell is he? Oh, my God, is he a thief? Uncle Win is also not here. What will happen no

Alex swallowed thickly. "You told him about me? Does he know he's got one more parent?" "Well, what was I supposed to do? Most of the other kids at preschool have more than one parent; of course he was going to ask," Ashly grumbled. She crossed her arms over her chest defensively and still wouldn't quite meet Alex's eyes. But her scent hadn't soured; it had just sort of gotten weaker, so she wasn't mad, just embarrassed, Alex guessed. So he took mercy on Ashly and let it rest. It was enough to know that Ashly hadn't pretended like he didn't exist. He hoped Ashly had told Adom good things about him, and maybe at some point he would ask, but for now, it was enough. But Alex is really excited to meet his son and to hug and kiss him. Adom looks really precious, and he is an exact copy of Ashly; even Ashly denied this. He reached out and curled his fingers around Ashly's wrist, stroking rhythmically along the line of a vein where it stood out blue beneath the thin skin of her inner arm.

Alex has always been the type of person who prefers to keep his feelings on the downlow. His feelings regarding everything in his life are intense. He wouldn't say that he isn't intense because the fire that burns in his chest every time he looks at Ashly is very intense. He prefers to show his feelings subtly, preferring to come off as casual and easy-going as if nothing affects him. At this moment, however, when he's pressed close to Ashly, so close that he can smell his mate's scent every time he breathes, so close that Alex can hear the steady and soothing beating of his Ashly heart, Alex doesn't want to be subtle. He really misses all of this, but now that he is okay, everything is okay. There is no purpose in being subtle anymore. Now that he already has Ashly back in his arms, he has no plans to be subtle. He wants to shower Ashly with all his affections, though hopefully not so much to the point that Ashly feels suffocated and can no longer stand him. "Alex," Ashly whispers.

Alex sprawled on their bed, wearing shorts and a T-shirt, as the day got warm and quite humid. He's catching up with messages on his phone as he becomes aware of movement by the door, his head turning, blinking in pleasant surprise, and his heartbeat quickening as he takes in the sight of his beautiful mate. She's wearing a thin, short, white bathrobe, her hair up and fastened in the back, revealing all of her gorgeous face. Alex was rather spellbound, at first not noticing the object Ashly was holding in her hand and now waving in front of him. "I need to cut my hair short; will you do it for me, Alex?" Her smile is charming and much too tempting for Alex, knowing that might be her sole interpretation, but he lets go of his phone instantly, mid-message, and gets out of bed as if bewitched, his hand taken by Ashly, who smiles happily at her request being granted and leads him to the bathroom. She puts the instrument in Alex's hand and sits down on a stool in front of the tall mirror.