Alpha POV (Kieran)
But I couldn't help myself.
I needed to check. Just check if he was okay.
The scent of his heat had faded a little—just enough that I could breathe without losing my mind. Still, my body reacted the second I stepped in. My cock twitched, already half-hard just from the leftover smell of him on the sheets.
And then I saw him.
Lying on the bed, asleep.
His legs slightly spread, soft breaths making his lips part.
And no trousers.
Just a long white shirt barely covering him—riding up his thighs.
His ass... round, soft, pale. Perfect.
And between his legs, that cute little cock, soft and small.
Fuck.
My length hardened instantly. Thick and heavy. My blood rushed south with no control.
I gritted my teeth and backed away.
I could've stayed. I wanted to. I wanted to climb into bed, spread him open, press my nose between his thighs and breathe him in until he woke up crying for me.
But I didn't.
Instead, I went into the bathroom.
Shut the door.
Turned the lock.
And pulled my cock out.
It was already leaking. My knot was swelling slightly—just from one look at him. One look and I was fucked.
I leaned against the sink, wrapped a hand around myself, and started pumping.
Fast.
Hard.
His image in my head—bent over, moaning my name, heat dripping down his thighs.
"Ah… f-fuck…" I groaned under my breath.
"Shit, Ayan—mmghh…"
My strokes got faster. My hips jerked.
I imagined him whimpering beneath me, panting, begging—his tiny dick twitching as I knotted him deep.
"Ah—ahh… hnnng…"
My free hand slammed against the wall, trying to ground myself, but I was already close.
"Ughhh—Ayan…"
"Fffuck—ah—ahh—ahhh!"
My voice broke into a low, throaty moan as I came, thick ropes shooting against the sink. My cock pulsed hard in my hand, throbbing as I emptied everything I'd held back.
Panting.
Sweaty.
Ashamed.
I leaned over the counter, hands shaking, cock still twitching.
He was asleep.
In my bed.
In my shirt.
I stared at myself in the mirror.
I needed to stay away.
But fuck, I didn't know how much longer
I woke up with the soft morning light sliding through the tall windows.
Everything was quiet.
My heat had passed.
I let out a long breath and sat up. That's when I realized…
My trousers were gone.
Just the white shirt clinging to my skin—too big, clearly not mine. It barely covered my thighs. I quickly tugged it down, cheeks flushing. My heart skipped a beat.
Did he…?
No. He didn't touch me. I remembered everything. He stopped me. He left.
But someone took my clothes off.
I looked around. The room was empty.
The door was unlocked now.
I found a robe folded neatly by the door. His scent was faint on it. I wrapped it around myself quickly.
When I stepped into the hallway, the entire place was silent. Expensive. Cold.
He wasn't there.
Instead, I found a man in a white coat—mid-40s, glasses, neat hair. He looked up from his bag.
"Good morning," he said kindly. "Mr. Vale asked me to check on you. He said you went into an unexpected heat."
My body tensed.
"He told you…?"
"He didn't give details," the doctor said quickly. "Only that you collapsed, and he brought you here for safety. That's all."
My heart pounded harder. So he really knew.
He'd known this whole time?
The doctor noticed my silence.
"It's okay. You don't need to be embarrassed," he added, gently. "It happens. Especially to late-presenting Omegas who haven't fully stabilized yet."
I blinked. "How do you know I'm late-presenting?"
He looked at me softly. "Because your scent's still trying to settle. You're not wearing suppressants either. And… well, your heat caught you off guard, didn't it?"
I nodded slowly.
My eyes flicked around the room again.
Still no sign of Kieran.
Why did it feel like I was the one who'd done something wrong?
The doctor checked my pulse, my temperature, asked a few quiet questions. I answered