Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha heir becomes an Omega : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Chapter 31 Monday evening settled over the city in a wash of cold blue light and distant traffic. Christopher’s penthouse occupied the top floors of the Ashford tower, a vast open-plan space of dark marble, floor-to-ceiling glass, and carefully chosen modern furniture that never quite felt lived-in. The skyline glittered beyond the windows—towers of glass and steel reflecting the last of the sunset. Inside, the only illumination came from the low glow of the massive wall-mounted screen and a single floor lamp near the leather sectional. Christopher sat alone in the center of that couch, barefoot, wearing nothing but soft black lounge pants that sat low on his hips. His black hair was slightly damp from a recent shower, silver-grey eyes fixed on the screen with a hard, almost angry focus. The remote rested on the cushion beside him. He had already scrolled past the usual corporate news alerts and market summaries. Tonight he wante

 Tuesday evening broke cold and grey over the city. The heavy rainstorm from the previous two days had finally tapered off, leaving behind a thick layer of fog that clung to the glass skyscrapers and wrapped the streets in a damp, chilly gloom. Water dripped steadily from the iron balconies of the residential district into the quiet, tree-lined street below. Christopher walked up the short flight of stone steps leading to Noah’s private residential brownstone, his long black cashmere coat wrapped tightly around his frame. Beneath the coat, he wore a dark charcoal wool suit, immaculate as always, but his skin was noticeably pale against the dark fabric. His silver-grey eyes were slightly bloodshot, shadowed by the lingering exhaustion of a night spent battling his own body's treason. He pressed the buzzer beside the dark oak door.A moment later, the electronic latch clicked open. Christopher pus

The vibrator was already buzzing against him when the clock on the wall hit 1:17 a.m.Christopher had the living room lights down low, just the under-cabinet glow from the kitchen and the blue wash of the city through the glass. He was on the big leather sectional, pants shoved down around one ankle, one leg hooked over the arm of the couch so he could reach better. The dildo lay on the cushion next to him, thick and realistic, still shiny from the lube he’d poured over it. The vibrator was smaller, curved, and he had the head of it pressed right against the swollen folds of his secondary opening.It felt wrong. It always felt wrong. But the deep, constant ache in his pelvis had been riding him since Monday night and he was done pretending he could ignore it.“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, pushing the vibrator harder against himself. The soft outer lips parted around the buzzing head. His cock was half-hard against his stomach, ignored. It wasn’t what needed attention. The empty

 Vanessa texted at 6:42 p.m. “I’m downstairs babe. I have missed you.” Christopher unlocked the private elevator without answering. He was already in black sweatpants and a plain T-shirt, hair still damp from the shower he had taken after work. The penthouse smelled like the citrus cleaner the housekeeper used on Thursdays. He heard the elevator doors open. Vanessa walked in like she belonged there—heels clicking on the marble, short black dress, hair down. She dropped her bag by the couch and came straight to him. Her arms went around his neck before he could say anything. She pressed her face into his shoulder and held on. “I really missed you,” she said against his shirt. Her voice was soft but clear. “You’ve been hard to get a hold of. I was starting to think you were avoiding me.” Christopher rested one hand

Christopher shoved through the heavy double doors of his private executive suite on the thirty-fifth floor and locked them behind him with a sharp twist of the deadbolt.He didn't make it to his leather chair. He slammed his palms down flat onto the polished mahogany desk, his head hanging low between his broad shoulders, gasping for air.His suit trousers felt suffocatingly tight. His cock was rock hard, throbbing with a dull, punishing pressure against his underwear, and lower down, between his thighs, his secondary opening was leaking slick—hot, clear, and humiliatingly wet against his skin. The image of Cassian buried deep in that male Omega on the desk burned behind his eyelids every time he blinked. The wet sounds, the shameless moaning, the heavy roll of Cassian's hips—it had triggered a violent, involuntary chain reaction inside his newly forming Omega anatomy.Seven days.Christopher gritted his teeth, his jaw working as he fought to regain control of his breathing. He opene