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Bangkok swallowed the hours in great gulps of light.
Inside the apartment, the air was cooler than outside, but it carried that peculiar heaviness of nights that refused to sleep.

June was still working, motionless behind her desk, silk dress cutting her silhouette like a sharp line on glass. The screen washed her skin in a cold halo. To her right, a glass of water waited for a hand that never reached for it.

Puppy—Enjoy—curled into the sofa as though the fabric had been molded to her spine, never took her eyes off her. Her pupils had that way of adjusting to the dimness, and her breathing kept the calm steadiness of an Alpha watching without seeming to watch.

It was the scent that changed first.
Subtle. Sweet. A trace of wet jasmine laced with something denser, more alive, like a split fruit still warm.

Enjoy lifted her head, and the reaction was immediate: her throat tightened, her tongue pressed briefly against her palate as if her body wanted to trap the perfume for itself. A brutal heat dropped into her belly, heavy, insistent. Her fangs tingled against her gums, ready to pierce as if on the edge of a growl. Her fingers clenched on her knees, knuckles whitening under the pressure, as she forced her breath to remain steady.

June’s scent, usually cold and precise, was thickening. It carried a new edge, brushing the border of too much. The pheromones rolled beneath, not yet a tidal wave but enough to make her inner Alpha slam against the walls of her ribcage.

She inhaled again, harder this time, unable to stop herself. And the world tightened another notch around her.

Enjoy straightened, elbows on her knees, nose slightly lifted.
— June…

— Puppy, go to bed, June answered without leaving the screen. It’s late.

The word Puppy hadn’t snapped. It had slid, like a polite command dropped out of habit. Her voice cracked on the last syllable. Nothing visible—only Enjoy’s ear twitching.

She rose. Bare feet on the parquet. Not a sound.
— Did you drink? she asked, stepping closer to the desk.

— Water. (A pause.) It’s enough.

June was still typing, but the rhythm faltered. She stared at a paragraph without correcting it. A bead at her temple, wiped too quickly. She refused to admit the heat—her implant spared her the fear, not the dull mechanics of the body. She had learned to organize against it, to catch the signs by surprise. But tonight it had arrived without warning. Or maybe she had ignored it too long.

Enjoy moved around the desk. She didn’t touch her. She only leaned just enough to take a portion of her view, a soft barrier.
Her breath stirred the air, carrying that warm musk, a blend of damp wood and earth after rain, an animal scent yet soothing, wrapping around June despite herself.

— Say it, she murmured, low. I’m here.

June inhaled as slowly as possible, that gesture that gave her the illusion of being marble. But the air had changed: her own scent of shattered jasmine and split fruit was already vibrating too strongly, colliding with the Alpha’s.

— You’re here to obey a contract, Puppy.

Her eyes slipped for a second to the black collar at Enjoy’s throat—silent reminder of her role, and the limit she had chosen for herself. Then, in the screen’s reflection, another glint caught her attention: her own. Wider, thicker, high on her throat. Not jewelry but a solid piece, almost too conspicuous, cutting a blood-red line across the pale skin of the Omega. A collar designed to deflect fangs, to remind that her neck was not offered.

Enjoy followed her glance and barely stiffened. She said nothing.

— And to watch over you as an Alpha, she replied simply. Both roles can exist together.

Silence weighed. Then the world hinged on a detail: June’s fingers on the wood, trembling for a fraction of a second.

Enjoy reached for the glass—not for her. She set it down gently within reach.
— Drink.

— You’re not the one giving orders, Puppy.

— Then think of it as a suggestion. And contradict me if you truly want me gone.

June took the glass. Her fingers brushed against Enjoy’s, her gaze rising, ready to pierce the smallest crack. But the contact lingered, suspended, enough to confess what her mouth refused: heat was overtaking her, and the Alpha had just offered her an anchor.

She drank. The water tasted like necessity.

— June, Enjoy said more softly, it’s happening.

— I’m managing, she whispered, almost voiceless.

— Of course. You always have.

The pheromones filled the room. Enjoy felt them like a taut string between her tongue and her throat, precise, inescapable. Her inner Alpha pushed her forward, but she waited. She waited for her Mistress’s yes.

June set the glass down.
— Go lie down. That’s an order.

— Then tell me you don’t need me. Say it without trembling.

There was no reproach in it. Almost a prayer.

June finally tore her gaze from the screen. Her eyes held that particular shine of Omegas at war with their own skin. Her pupils flared, dilated.
— Puppy…

The word, in her mouth, no longer carried authority. Enjoy stepped closer.
— I’m your Puppy. And your Alpha. Choose what you need, Mistress.

When Enjoy took her wrists, it was only to place them—never to grip—on the desk, just enough for June to feel the steady wood beneath her skin. Her mouth neared her temple and whispered:
— Say “no” and I’ll step back.

June opened her mouth. She wanted to find her rules, her pride. She inhaled.
— …Don’t look at me like that, she finally said.

Enjoy wasn’t looking at her like that. She looked at her the way one recognizes a border—not to invade, but to keep it with them.
— Let me help you.

June lost a little height. Her shoulders dropped, her nape tilted, and her breath caught against Enjoy’s collar. Only then did the Alpha allow herself to encircle her. She lifted her without force, as if carrying a secret too heavy, and guided her to the bed.

The sheets still held the warmth of the lamp. Enjoy sat her first at the edge, so she wouldn’t feel like she was falling. The black collar gleamed in a faint line at her throat. June, with a gesture that looked as much like command as surrender, slipped her fingers beneath the strap, snapped it lightly against her skin, and handed it to Enjoy without looking.

— You don’t need it to make me obey, she murmured.

Enjoy took the collar, held it a second in her hand, then laid it on the nightstand.
— And you don’t need it to remain Mistress.

Her gaze dropped to June’s throat. The red collar, wide, thick, cut across her skin like a deliberate scar. The Alpha bent down, her mouth following the line of leather. She pressed a kiss there first, soft, almost reverent, before letting her tongue glide over the material, tasting tannin and metal. Her fangs scraped lightly at the edge, testing the barrier.

A shiver ran through June, her breath caught in her throat. She said nothing, didn’t stop her. Her neck remained offered, red beneath the caress, as if that collar—Omega’s armor—suddenly became the very object of their intimacy.

June faltered a moment, as if the word itself returned to her ears differently. She thought of the implant, that rational line of defense that blocked fear but not fever. No risk of pregnancy. Only the flux, the fever. She drew another breath and, not knowing if it was an act of control or surrender, guided Enjoy’s wrist against her nape.

— Tonight, you hold your Alpha back. You tear nothing.
A low growl slipped from Enjoy, but her eyes stayed fixed on her.
— I’ll hold back. And I’ll watch you until the calm returns.

Then she laid her down.

Enjoy’s knuckles traced a geography they barely knew: collarbone, sternum, the hollow just beneath the silk’s edge. She didn’t kiss her at first. She only hovered close, long enough for June to grow used to her heat. The pheromones moved through the room like waves. Crests and troughs. Not a flood, but a constant tide, impossible to forget.

— Tell me when it’s too much, Enjoy whispered.

— You don’t need to remind me, June retorted, irony slung like a weapon.

— Yes. But I want to hear it even when it feels good.

She smiled—not a full smile, but a small brightness in her eyes. And when her mouth finally pressed into the hollow of June’s throat, it was only with kisses. Slow, deliberate, like stitches in a seam. At each stitch, June exhaled, just slightly, and the Alpha answered with a backward caress over her shoulder, a whisper so faint it only said here.

June tried to take back control—reflex, pride, or survival. Her fingers slid into Enjoy’s hair and tugged, just enough to make the Alpha lift her face.

— Look at me when you take me, she said.

The request wasn’t a whim. It was a rule of survival. Enjoy made it a promise. She held her gaze, let herself be read, and her hands did the rest: the sheets pulled above the knees, silk rising like a pale wave, warm breath in the hollow of her belly that made the room pulse in unison.

The Alpha’s hands moved against her skin with a grip at once soft and inexorable, charting the map of what she meant to claim without breaking it. Heat sharpened everything. Every touched place became the center of the world.

June wasn’t gentle—she was precise, even as she trembled. Her hand found Enjoy’s jaw, held it there, forehead against forehead.

The Alpha felt that grip as much a plea as an order, proof that the Omega demanded to be held as much as she gave herself.

— I’ll tell you stop if I need to.
— You’ll tell me yes too, Enjoy promised.

The first yes was a sigh. Not a word. A breath cracked in the middle, startled to sound like surrender. The second time, it was an again whispered so faintly it might have been only the shape of lips. The third, it was a real word, whole, placed in the Alpha’s mouth like a second tongue.

Then Enjoy stopped fighting her own instinct. She imposed herself—but as one lays a blanket over a fever: with weight, with warmth, with a firmness that does not bite. One hand cupped June’s hip, the other guided without pressing. Her mouth stayed close, always close, and when she moved, it was with the cadence only patient Alphas possess.

The light, drawn into thin blades by the blinds, striped their skin in pale bars. June, beneath her, stopped controlling her reactions as if they were errors to correct. They slipped free, and she let them. Her mask, trained to hold even in crowded elevators, cracked along cheekbones and lips; her eyes lost their polish, and something raw, unvarnished, appeared in their reflection.

— You’re trembling, Enjoy murmured, but her voice carried no mockery.

— I forbid you to… June began, then broke off, a breath shaking her lips. …say it out loud.

— Very well, the Alpha conceded. (A pause.) I’ll keep it between my teeth.

The silk slid down June’s shoulders, unveiling pale skin in the lamplight. She didn’t protest. Not really. Her fingers clutched the sheet, clinging to the illusion of control already lost.

Enjoy eased the fabric aside, revealing her breasts. Her nipples stood already taut, sensitive, aching for air and contact. The Alpha lingered there, her mouth grazing one tip, then drawing it in fully. June’s moan broke out sharp, torn, as though she’d bitten her tongue to hold it back.

— Don’t… start… she gasped.

But her thighs had already parted on their own.

Enjoy moved lower, kissing her skin, tracing a slow line from sternum to belly. The scent grew stronger, heavier. The scent of an Omega in heat, wet, intoxicating, clinging to her throat and begging to be consumed. The Alpha slid her hands over June’s thighs and spread them wider, until the sight struck her full force: soaked silk, clinging, glistening already with need.

She pushed the drenched fabric aside, and the smell hit her like a bite.
A perfume of Omega in heat, thick, overwhelming, filling her throat and waking every fiber of her Alpha. Her fangs scraped her lip as she fought the urge to bite.

A guttural growl tore out of her, rough, unrestrained. Her hands trembled as they grazed the Omega’s slick skin. Her fangs pressed against her lips, ready to pierce. Heat pounded behind her eyes, vision hazy, the sweet scent drilling into her throat.

June turned her face away, but her thighs opened despite themselves, offered. The Alpha sank to her knees between them, fingers clenching at the tender insides to hold them wide, unable to hide the shiver coursing through her.

— Look at me, she breathed, voice raw, vibrating with instinct.

And when their eyes met, she dove.

Her tongue plunged into the burning wetness, tasting everything, drinking down each tremor as if she could swallow her Omega whole until she was soothed. She licked, probed, sucked with hunger, alternating deep, slow strokes with sharp assaults against the swollen pearl. Every spasm from June made her growl louder, animal vibrations resonating into her flesh.

— Nhh… Puppy…!
The word broke from her like a cry, a shattered command, half a plea.

Enjoy only redoubled her fervor, her tongue alternating long, slow sweeps with rapid, precise flicks, relentless on the throbbing pearl swelling under her persistence. June’s hips arched, beyond her control, her thighs sometimes clamping around the Alpha’s head as if to push her away, only to spread wider again, begging silently for her to go on.

Every moan torn from June echoed in Enjoy’s own belly like a victory, but also like a deep calling. The scent of the Omega in heat thickened, filled the room entire, made the air nearly suffocating. And Enjoy, far from retreating, buried her face deeper between her thighs, devouring without shame, drinking her wetness as if she could absorb it until the fire broke.

— You… you have no right, June gasped, but her voice shattered on a sob of pleasure.

Enjoy lifted her head for an instant, mouth glistening, lips red with desire.
— Then order me to stop.

June opened her mouth. Nothing came. Her eyes were already begging for the opposite.

The Alpha smiled, feral, and dove back in.

June no longer knew where to hold herself. Her hands slid from the sheets to the back of Enjoy’s neck, as if every movement was too much. Her hips arched, her thighs clenched—the Alpha went on, relentless.

Enjoy’s tongue worked her, alternating depth with precision, each thrust calculated, each pressure a little harder. Suddenly she closed her lips around the swollen pearl, sucking with deliberate slowness before grazing it with the faintest bite.

The cry tore free. June slapped a hand against her own mouth to stifle it, but her body betrayed her: she arched fully, thighs crushing the Alpha’s head, hips lifting off the mattress.

— A…ahhh—!

The scent grew harsher, hotter—that of an Omega breaking into release. Enjoy drank it in, her mouth catching every drop, her tongue tracing every spasm. She didn’t let go, not even when June tried to pull away, trembling. Her hands locked on her hips, steady, until the very end.

June’s nails raked the Alpha’s nape, but it wasn’t refusal. It was desperate anchoring, the grip of someone falling and clutching at the only thing stable.

The wave swallowed her whole. Her belly knotted, then unraveled in jolts, her torn sighs spilling in a string of short, broken cries. Her thighs shook uncontrollably.

Only when the last tremor dissolved did Enjoy slow down, her tongue softening its strokes into wet kisses. She lifted her head then, mouth shining with her Omega, and looked at her—collapsed on the sheets.

June’s eyes were half-lidded, her breath jagged, hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. She tried to recover composure, to put the mask back on, but her body still betrayed little aftershocks, and her scent thickened the room, heavy, irresistible.

Enjoy climbed back up slowly, pressing wet kisses over her belly, her chest, until she reached her mouth. She captured her lips, let her taste herself, and whispered against them:

— That’s your first yes.

June closed her eyes. She wanted to reply with a barb, an order, a mask. But all that came out was a ragged breath, torn:
— …Puppy.

And it was the most beautiful surrender the Alpha had ever heard.

June opened her eyes just in time to see her.
Enjoy rose at the edge of the bed, pulling off her t-shirt damp with heat, revealing firm muscles, a chest glistening with sweat. The shadow of her stomach, supple yet powerful, flexed with every breath. She slid her boxer down, and the tension thickened: her cock, hard, heavy, already gleaming at the tip with the kiss of open air. Alpha.

June’s gaze lingered on it despite herself. Her thighs still trembled, spread, vulnerable, and yet her chin wanted to rise, to reclaim some shred of authority. A contradiction that made her ragged breathing all the more beautiful.

Enjoy crawled back onto the bed, slow, like a predator certain of her ground. She placed herself between June’s legs, her hands slipping beneath her thighs to lift them, open them wider still. Heat welcomed her instantly: that slick, swollen fold, gleaming with want, called again.

The head of her sex brushed the drenched lips. Just the contact made June moan, her neck thrown back.

— Supple, Omega… Enjoy breathed, a carnivorous smile on her lips.

The word struck June deep in the belly. She tried to respond, but only a ragged moan escaped—broken by the next sensation: penetration.

The Alpha drove in with one firm thrust, rough but precise, filling her in a single stroke. June cried out, fingers tearing at the sheets as if not to be carried away. Her burning walls closed around her at once, swallowing every inch. Too fast. Too hard. She stretched, her body gorged with painful pleasure.

— Nhh…!

Enjoy held her thighs, hips flush to hers, and began to move. The position was raw, without elegance: thighs lifted, Omega spread wide, Alpha buried deep, every thrust slamming into her core. The room echoed with the clap of their bodies, the obscene sound of flesh taken and released.

June arched, legs trembling above the Alpha’s shoulders, unable to hold back her cries. Her eyes fixed on the figure above her—this force pinning her down, possessing her with no way to resist.

— Aahhh… Enjoy…!

Hearing her name, not Puppy, electrified the Alpha. She drove harder, hips snapping faster, her ragged breath hot against June’s throat. Each thrust wrung another cry, another spasm, until they were nothing but a rhythm, raw, feral, unstoppable.

The pace grew brutal, nearly too much. Each thrust hammered into her depths, forcing her to arch higher, her throat ripped by moans she had never let free before.

June controlled nothing anymore. Her legs shook above the Alpha’s shoulders, her nails raked down her arms just to hold on. The scent of her heat saturated the room—

And suddenly, she felt it.

The swollen length pressed against her entrance, insistent, monstrous. June shook her head, fingers clawing the sheets.

— N… no…! she gasped.

But her hips rolled on their own, hungry, offered despite her mouth.

The Alpha growled, guttural, face wrecked with desire.
— Say it, Omega. Say you want your Alpha.

June bit her lip until it bled. Her eyes, drowning in shame and fever, begged in her place. And her hips tipped again, seeking what she feared.

So Enjoy drove in with one brutal thrust. The penetration was a ripped-out cry, a delicious burn that seared her throat. Her walls clamped around the swollen cock, swallowing it to the hilt.

Each following thrust slammed into her depths, obscene, merciless. The wet clap of their bodies filled the room, tangled with the Omega’s broken moans. Her legs trembled, raised over the Alpha’s shoulders, unable to fight the force possessing her.

And suddenly, she felt it. The knot, huge, swelling inside her, locking every fiber of her body.
— No…! she panted. But her back arched, her thighs opened on their own, as if every fiber screamed the opposite. It wasn’t a break, not a defeat. It was her choosing to give, to demand the inevitable.

The passage was brutal, their flesh sealing in one violent snap. The orgasm detonated at once, savage, uncontrollable. June screamed her name, whole, raw, her voice breaking in confession:
— ENJOY!!

The Alpha roared in return, buried in her, crushing and protecting her in the same motion. The air vibrated with their mixed scents, acrid and sweet, like a contract that burned and healed all at once.

They stayed knotted, panting, time suspended between their locked bodies. June’s head was thrown back, sweat plastering strands to her skin, eyes lost in a vertigo with no up or down.

Enjoy pressed her forehead to hers, their breaths mingling.
— You’re mine, she whispered, still trembling.

June shut her eyes. She would have answered with a sharp command, an icy mask. But her voice, broken by climax, managed only two words:
— …My Alpha.

June hadn’t even caught her breath. Her thighs still quivered around the Alpha’s waist, her body locked tight in orgasm, but the heat did not relent. Her scent, thick, sweet, still saturated the room, demanding more.

She moaned, jolted by an aftershock, and understood the knot was no ending. Not tonight.

— Aah… nhh… Enjoy…

The Alpha was still inside her, deep, her swollen knot locking them together. Every small shift ripped new moans out of her, more sensitive, more desperate. June writhed beneath her, unable to escape the pleasure rising again.

— You… you’re still… she gasped, unable to finish.

Enjoy set a firm hand on her belly, pinning her hips to the mattress, and rolled her pelvis despite the knot. The movement was minimal, but enough to flood her with electric waves that tore a cry from her throat.

— You’re still trembling, the Alpha panted. Your body isn’t done.

— I… I can’t…

The sentence broke in a scream. The knot began to ease, slowly, opening just a fraction. June felt it, and her body was instantly starved for more.

— Don’t… don’t stop, she managed, voice ragged.

Enjoy didn’t hesitate. The moment the knot slipped free was the signal. With one thrust, she plunged deep again, sliding through the Omega’s drenched heat. Harder, rougher, her hips slammed into June’s thighs still raised high.

June screamed, nails digging into the Alpha’s back. Each penetration shook her from head to toe. Hypersensitive, her body still craved more. Her voice broke into disordered cries, half-supplication, half-command.

— More… again… nhhh…!

Enjoy obeyed, relentless, her hips hammering mercilessly, covering her in Alpha heat. Her mouth caught June’s, swallowing her screams, turning them into savage, wet kisses. The sheets slid beneath them, drenched in sweat and slick.

June arched again, head thrown back, thighs clutching the Alpha like a vise. Her heat detonated a second time, fiercer still, leaving her in tears of pleasure, crying her name without restraint.

— ENJOY!!

The Alpha roared into her skin, joining her collapse, holding her tight as if she might break. And when her body surrendered a second time, knotted with uncontrollable spasms, she knew there would be no going back.

Silence dropped all at once, heavy and tender. Their breaths filled the room, ragged, uneven. June’s face was flushed, her hair stuck with sweat, her chest still twitching with tiny aftershocks. Yet her arms, despite exhaustion, rose to encircle the Alpha.

She held her tight. Tighter than Enjoy expected. Her hands, fine but firm, clung to her back, pinning her against her body as if refusing to let her be torn away.

— Don’t… leave, she murmured, voice trembling but clear.

Enjoy felt her belly twist, a different wave—softer, deeper. She wrapped one arm around the Omega’s waist, the other under her neck, holding her close, their sweat mingling, their skin still clinging in fever.

— I’m not leaving, she breathed, forehead to forehead.

June’s scent still filled the room, but it had shifted: less urgency, more tenderness, like rain after a storm. Their bodies stayed joined, sticky, shaking, but the tempest had given way to a strange calm.

June closed her eyes, breathing slowly against her collarbone. She could have pushed away, restored her mask. Instead, she chose to stay there, pressed to her, a little longer. Authority could return tomorrow.

— You’re still my Puppy, she said at last, her voice low, hoarse, but edged with something Enjoy had never heard before.

Enjoy smiled into her hair, eyes closed.
— And you’re my Omega.

There was no protest. Not this time. Only June’s arms tightening a little more, as if to seal what neither of them would ever say aloud.

They fell asleep like that, tangled, knotted in a way that went beyond heats, beyond contracts and rules.

The night moved on, but the heat did not ease.
A shiver ran through June, pulling her out of a damp half-sleep. Her body still ached for more, insatiable, every fiber thrumming with the fever that spared nothing. Her scent thickened in the room, sweet, intoxicating, until it roused the Alpha before she even opened her eyes.

Enjoy growled in her sleep, throat tight with the smell. But when she tried to move, it was already too late: June was on her. Naked, trembling with heat, Omega ablaze, she had climbed astride her hips, thighs locked around her waist.

The contact made her moan low, raw, head thrown back. Her hands slid down Enjoy’s slick chest to press flat against her abs, seeking solid ground.

— June…? the Alpha panted, still half-asleep.

But the answer was a desperate roll of hips. Enjoy’s cock, already hardened by the scent, slid between her soaked folds, making her shudder all over.

— I… I can’t take it anymore, June whispered, voice broken.

Her hips pressed again, guided by instinct, grinding, seeking anchor. The Alpha growled louder, her fangs catching air as if her body needed to bite to survive. She tried to grip her by the hips, but June caught her wrists and pinned them to the mattress, claiming dominance in a gesture that was not her habit.

— No. Tonight it’s me, Puppy… she gasped, sweat shining on her neck.

Then, in one motion, she sank down, taking her to the hilt. The cry that tore from her split the night, a mix of pain and ecstasy, her body gripping the Alpha so tightly Enjoy lost her breath.

— Nhhh… Omega…!

She was already moving, riding with a ragged, animal rhythm, her scent saturating the air. Each downward thrust landed wet and sharp. Each rise tore a guttural growl from the Alpha. Enjoy was trapped beneath her.

— Obey me like a Puppy… but hold me like an Alpha, June breathed, her burning eyes locked to hers.

Her nails dug into Enjoy’s shoulders, her moans climbing in volume until they became a raw chant, stripped of mask and irony.

— Harder… harder…! she begged, riding her Alpha with feverish hunger.

Enjoy tried to seize control, but the Omega denied her, slamming her hips down against hers, shamelessly demanding the knot already swelling, threatening. And when it finally slipped, brutal, June arched violently, her orgasm detonating at the same instant as the Alpha’s.

The room echoed with their cries, their ragged breaths, the thick scent of heat and sweat.
June collapsed against her, trembling, thighs still tight around her waist, her body refusing to let go.

Panting, Enjoy had no choice but to wrap her in her arms and murmur, hoarse, into her ear:

— My insatiable Omega…

June didn’t answer. Her voice was gone, drowned in fever and fragile satiation. She could only cling to her, gasping, unable to form a word.

So the Alpha lifted her just enough to press their hips closer, the knot swelling between them keeping them locked together. She buried her face in her Omega’s neck, where the pheromones still poured out, heavy, sweet, soothing.

A deep growl rolled in her throat, and June answered with a lighter echo, almost a broken purr, as if their bodies spoke in place of words.

Enjoy held her there, firmly, pressing her to her neck, each breath mixing their scents until it softened them both. Yet her jaw still trembled, too close to the bite she had restrained all night.

The Alpha’s hot musk and the Omega’s shattered jasmine fused into a single breath.
A growl rolled, rough, insistent—and this time her fangs sank into the red leather.

Better she bites that… than me, June thought, panting, fingers clenched in the sheets.

The collar cracked under the pressure, but held, a solid barrier between instinct and skin.

When Enjoy finally released it, her fangs slipped free of the leather. A painful throb pulsed in her gums, and she ran her tongue over her sensitive canines, the taste of leather still sharp.

— Puppy… you’re not to bite me, June whispered, voice hoarse but firm.

A soft growl answered—not a threat, but a frustrated complaint.

— My fangs were burning… I had to sink them somewhere, the Alpha muttered, almost contrite.

June, panting, let her fingers brush the bitten thickness. She didn’t pull away. Her half-lidded eyes gleamed with something that wasn’t fear—a blend of defiance and fever.

— I’ll have to buy a new one, she murmured.

Frustration still rumbled in Enjoy’s throat, a growl pressed against her skin. So the Omega let her pheromones spill heavier, sweeter, wrapping, an invisible caress that erased urgency. Her body vibrated with a low, broken purr, almost animal, that Enjoy followed despite herself, her breathing falling into rhythm with hers.

June, still panting, clutched the sheets with trembling fingers, then unconsciously pulled the Alpha closer, as if shaping a nest around her. Her pillow, her weight, her heat. Each time she shifted, even with a breath, Enjoy growled low, possessive, as if guarding that improvised nest.

Little by little, her jaw unclenched, the growl melted into a sigh. And it was against that red collar, marked with teeth, that they finally fell asleep—the Alpha tamed by her Omega’s scent, the Omega curled into the solid weight of her Alpha.

Chapter Text

The door slams shut. June lifts her eyes for a fraction of a second; the scent reaches her before the silhouette does.
Alcohol. Smoke. And… too much Omega.
Not hers.

Enjoy staggers in, shoulders slumped, eyes red. Not a word. She nearly collapses onto the couch, not even trying to justify herself.

— “You drank.”
June’s voice isn’t accusatory. It cuts.

A low, almost animal growl accompanies the Alpha’s nod.
— “Didn’t talk… didn’t touch. Just drank.”

Her eyes cling to hers, heavy, pleading: believe me.
June knows. Her Alpha is faithful. Her Alpha belongs to her.

But the air is tainted, poisoned by foreign traces. Her throat tightens, her nostrils flare, her pheromones bristle like invisible claws. She steps closer. Her fingers seize the back of her neck, forcing her gaze.

— “I can’t stand it. Not this.”

The Alpha whimpers, more shame than drunkenness.
— “I pushed them away… I only have you.”

— “I know.”

June’s voice trembles, but her grip stays firm.
— “Your scent is fouled. And I don’t accept that.”

She knew Enjoy hadn’t betrayed her. But knowing didn’t erase the burn: other scents had dared to cling to her. And that, she couldn’t tolerate.
Enjoy lowers her head. She is drunk, docile, but lets herself be guided when June helps her up the stairs. In the bathroom, icy water washes away the stench of alcohol and foreign pheromones. The Alpha closes her eyes under the shower, unmoving, breathing in ragged gulps.

When she emerges, nearly naked, skin barely dried, her steps are steadier. She lifts her eyes, a little clearer now, and moves forward.

June, seated at the edge of the bed in a simple slip, watches her approach.

— “June…” the Alpha murmurs.

June doesn’t move. She sits on the bed’s edge, legs crossed, the thin silk of her slip sliding over her skin. Her pheromones already saturate the room, trying to smother everything that isn’t her.

Enjoy steps closer, nude, still damp, droplets tracing down her stomach and thighs. Clearer, but her eyes still heavy with sadness and alcohol.

— “June…” Her voice trembles, hoarse, like a plea.

June rises slowly. The contrast is stark: she, upright, immovable, eyes burning with an enraged, almost feral Omega’s gaze. She raises a hand, brushing over the Alpha’s collarbone. Her palm closes a little too tightly on her skin.

— “Stay. There.”

Enjoy obeys. Her breathing grows heavier, Alpha pheromones still chaotic.
June presses her forehead to hers, inhales deeply. A grimace cuts across her face: despite the shower, she can still smell what isn’t her.

— “You still smell… of them.” Her voice is a whisper, but it sears.

She didn’t need to ask if those Omegas were beautiful, tempting. It didn’t matter. They weren’t her.

— “I didn’t let them… I only have you.”

June closes her eyes. Her mouth crashes onto hers, without softness, to mark faster than words. Her tongue demands, her bite anchors. The Alpha growls into her throat but doesn’t pull away.

June’s fingers slide to her nape, then into her wet hair, yanking her head back to bare her throat. She kisses, licks, bites, covers. Each kiss is correction, each mark an erasure.

— “Mine. Only mine.”

Her fingers trembled despite her firm grip, betraying the jealous rage and quiet fear coursing through her. Every kiss was a bite. Every mark a punishment. She wanted nothing left behind, not a trace, not a scent that wasn’t hers.

Enjoy moans, arms tightening around her Omega’s waist, clinging to her instead of her grief. She yields, not out of weakness but need.

The slip slides from June’s shoulders, baring her breasts, her belly. She doesn’t stop. She pushes Enjoy onto the bed, climbs on top of her, hair still damp against her skin.

Their scents finally collide, clash, then merge. Heat spreads, the air grows heavy, suffocating.

June murmurs against her mouth, possessed:
— “Puppy or Alpha… think only of me.”

June doesn’t look away. She takes in her Alpha, naked, wet, unsteady. No collar. No anchor.

She, on the other hand, still feels the cold leather around her own throat — her red collar, fragile protection against fangs. She grips it for a moment between her fingers, as if to remind herself she is not unarmed.

— “Help me…” says Enjoy, voice broken, pleading. “Help me forget…”

It is a plea. Not an order. A cry.

And suddenly, the rage fractures. She is no longer holding the sullied Alpha, but her wounded Puppy. Her prey becomes her wound. Her fangs turn to caress, her scent to balm.

June leans in. Her pheromones burst all at once, oppressive and sweet, sharp and tender at the same time, drowning the foreign traces clinging to the Alpha’s skin. She guides her to the bed, and this time there is no resistance.

Enjoy gasps, back against the sheets. Her breasts rise with each breath. June kneels over her, lips tracing the soft curve of her chest, kissing each areola, lightly biting the nipple. Her fine fangs graze, pricking just enough to make the Alpha shiver.

June’s hand slides down. She finds the warm, heavy swell, already taut. She wraps her fingers around it without hesitation. She strokes, squeezes, pulling from her flesh exactly what she wants: moans, groans, surrender.

— “Look at me.”
June’s voice is low, commanding. Enjoy obeys. Her pupils are blown wide, reflecting the black silk slip sliding down June’s hips.

The kisses leave her breasts to wander lower. Her scent fills the room, saturates the air, covers everything. Omega pheromones vibrate like an invisible chain, keeping the Alpha prisoner of her sweetness.

June kneels between her thighs. She plants a kiss at the base of her shaft, strokes its length slowly, sensually, until the first true broken moan escapes. She smiles.

Her fine fangs graze the sensitive skin, leaving just the faintest mark on the crown before her tongue soothes it. The contrast rips a guttural growl from the Alpha.

Then, she takes. Slowly. Deeply. Her mouth opens, closes, swallows inch by inch, until her nose brushes the base. She devours the scent, the taste, the ache.

Enjoy arches her back, trembling. Her hands clutch the sheets but dare not hold her Omega’s head. June is the one who leads. She sets the rhythm: languid, sensual, alternating suction with the teasing caress of her hand over what remains untouched.

Meanwhile, her palm continues to play with her breasts, pinching one nipple, tugging another, reminding the Alpha she is whole, not just instinct but a body to be adored.

Their scents finally mix, violent, intoxicating. The air thickens. The Alpha moans, begs again:
— “June…”

But the Omega does not lift her head. She growls, sensual vibrations rumbling in her throat, throat tight around her sex. Her voice melts into the suction.

She makes her forget. She forces her to feel nothing but this: her mouth, her scent, her fangs grazing the tender flesh before her tongue soothes it again, coating her in saliva.

June toys with the tip for long moments, her tongue circling, sucking, releasing in a cruel rhythm of slowness. Between wet caresses, her teeth barely graze, sending sharper jolts through her Alpha. Enjoy shudders, pheromones rumbling, caught between pain and surrender.

For an instant, June pauses. Her fangs skim the swollen flesh, too close, too dangerous; she steadies her breath, mouth parted, a line of saliva glistening. Her eyes lift—bright, trembling.

But suddenly, the Alpha snaps. Her hand shoots out, seizes the Omega’s nape. The other clamps on her hip, hauling her up with force. Her hard, swollen cock slides one last time against her still-wet lips before pulling her upright, setting her astride.

June meets her blown pupils, sees the fever devouring everything. She knows then—there will be no turning back.
A sharp tug, and she is pulled onto her lap. The pulsing heat of her erection throbs between their bellies, trapped between their bodies.

— “I want to kiss you.”

She doesn’t wait for permission. Her mouth claims June’s with urgency. A ravenous kiss, breathless, full of teeth and hunger. Enjoy’s tongue forces its way in, steals her breath, drowns in her taste.

June moans, startled, but her arms curl instinctively around her Alpha’s neck. She arches, her red collar tipping, exposing her fragile throat to fine fangs.

Between their thighs, Enjoy’s erection rubs, heavy, scorching, sliding against the damp silk of her slip already bunched up. Each roll of her hips drags fabric, pulls sharper cries from her lips.

The pheromones explode. Broken jasmine—acidic and sweet—mingles with the Alpha’s raw musk. The room drowns in their scent, almost unreal.

Enjoy doesn’t break the kiss. Her groans tangle with June’s. Her hands clutch her narrow waist, grind her harder against her cock, pressing her wet slit along her thick length, already slick with saliva.

— “I… kiss you, and I won’t stop.”

Her growl is rough, fractured, but her body knows exactly what it wants.

June yields. Her body tips back, docile but never submissive, while Enjoy smothers her in kisses. Her mouth brushes her jaw, trails down her neck, nips at the collar. The leather creaks between her teeth, and even though the metal keeps them apart, the sensation is enough to make the Omega shiver.

The slip, already riding up her hips, hangs by a thread. With the Alpha’s impatient tug, it finally falls away, abandoned like useless second skin. Enjoy wanted her bare, unbound. June’s breasts, revealed at last, rise into the warm air. Rough palms seize them at once, squeezing, lifting, thumbs caressing the hardened tips.

June gasps, panting. Her scent thickens, sweet, heady. Her thighs part on their own, searching. She rubs, slowly, against her Alpha’s stiff cock. Flesh against flesh, wetness against throbbing heat. The contact makes her moan, opens her further, drives her more desperate.

— “June…” Enjoy growls, voice ragged with desire and shame entwined.

The rhythm takes hold, soft, hypnotic. The tip slides along her wet slit, glazed with her nectar, never breaching. Each glide is another caress, another burning promise left unfulfilled.

June arches, her throat offered despite the collar. Her fingers tangle in her Alpha’s damp hair, her hips roll fervently. She chases friction, their scents, their fusion without invasion.

— “More…” she whispers, voice shattered.

Enjoy obeys. Her hands knead her breasts, tugging gently at the tips, while her hips follow the pace. Each glide draws a sigh, each friction drags them closer to surrender.

Their pheromones saturate the room: shattered jasmine, animal musk. Alpha heat and Omega sweetness fusing into a single perfume.

Time stretches. No biting, no brutality—only a humid dance, tender, carnal fusion where they hold each other to drive out the void.

June kisses her, deep, slow. The taste of tears and alcohol fades in the mingling of their saliva.
And when their bodies finally tremble, it is together, undone by this grinding, this giving, without penetration.

June still moans, rubbing her soaked slit against her Alpha’s swollen cock. But suddenly, she freezes. Her gaze locks into Enjoy’s—dilated, black with desire and held-back pain.

Without a word, she rises slightly. She hesitates a second, suspended above her. Her body screamed yes, her mind still doubted. Then she gives in, slow, deliberate. The swollen crown parts her, sinks into her moist heat. Her body swallows her down, inch by inch, to the root.
A strangled cry tears from her lips. Her fine fangs snap in the air.

— “Juuune…”

Enjoy’s abyssal growl rips from her chest like a beast too long caged. Her hands clutch her Omega’s ass, kneading, dragging her down to keep her impaled.

The contrast is violent: tenderness of caresses erased by the savagery of instinct. Pheromones explode, saturating the air with a scorching scent: thick musk, shattered jasmine, sweat and sex.

June rocks her hips slowly at first, savoring the tension of each descent. Enjoy’s cock fills her, rubs against her walls, awakens every nerve. Her collar jingles lightly when she throws her head back, moaning loud, unrestrained.

— “More…” she begs, voice cracked, eyes wet.

Enjoy answers with a thrust sharper, deeper. Her guttural vibrations rumble through the room, each stroke shaking her. Her hands grip her Omega’s hips tight, guiding, forcing her to take every inch.

Their scents mingle until they fuse into one signature, animal, inseparable.

June leans down, kisses her mouth in desperation, her tongue demanding as much as her body. She trembles, pants, her nails clawing into the Alpha’s shoulders.

— “You’re mine…” she moans against her lips, taken to the hilt.

Enjoy answers with a brutal snap of her hips, a savage growl tearing almost all breath away:
— “Yours. Always.”

The sheets groan, the bed shakes, their bodies crash together in a rhythm belonging only to instinct. Tender and feral. Savage and in love.

Enjoy growls, abyssal, and flips her Omega in one sharp motion. The world tilts: June lands beneath her, back against the sheets, thighs wide open, offered.

The Alpha plunges in again, one thrust making their hips smack together. Her cock drives in to the hilt, heavy, throbbing. June screams her name, voice shattered into a mix of plea and ecstasy.

Their breasts clash with every push, hardened tips crushed together in exquisite pain, skin slick with sweat.

Enjoy lowers her head, her mouth finding the red collar at her Omega’s throat. Her fangs bite the leather, tug it, as if trying to break through to the fragile skin beneath. Each pull tears a sharper cry from June, a shiver racing through her whole body.

In return, the Omega lifts her head and bites her Alpha’s shoulder. Not deep, just enough to mark, to taste the salt of her sweat. Her fine fangs sink in like a soft scratch, a signature of desire.

The pheromones choke the room, heavy, crushing. Jasmine aflame, animal musk, sex and heat. The sheets stick, their skin glistens, their moans fuse into a raw rhythm.

— “June…” the Alpha roars, every thrust harder, sharper, taking her to the deepest point.
— “More… don’t stop…” the Omega babbles, voice shattered, almost crying with pleasure.

Their bodies roll together, chest to chest, belly to belly, sex to sex, as if they could vanish inside one another. The Alpha doesn’t relent. She pounds, growls, bites at the collar, until the Omega’s body—

The orgasm hangs, heavy, suspended. The thrusts slow, not by choice but because Enjoy feels the searing pressure building in her spine. Her fangs slip from the collar, dragging across the leather wet with saliva.

Her vision blurs. Pupils blown wide, fever-bright. Her rough voice breaks into a deep, ragged moan. This was no longer the game. No longer Puppy.

It was the naked Alpha. Unleashed.

Every pheromone she releases floods the air, fills the room with a brutal, musky, almost violent perfume. She pushes into her again, trembling, losing herself.

June feels it instantly. Her heart races, her body tenses. Her collar protects nothing now. Her Alpha is breaking.

So she unleashes her own.

A wave—soft and sharp at once. Omega scent, heady, soothing, sweet, wrapping around hers and smothering it. The air grows heavier still, but with a narcotic gentleness.

— “Enjoy… look at me.”

Her voice cracks like an incantation. She cups her cheeks, her temples, forces her gaze. Their eyes lock.

— “You’re not taking me. You’re mine.”

A breath, a caress, a truth.

Enjoy staggers, trembles. Her hips slow on their own, her forehead falling to June’s shoulder. Her growl breaks, melts into a sigh of surrender.

June’s pheromones pour out, soothing, enveloping. They erase the chaos, calm the beast.

The Alpha whimpers, almost plaintive, and collapses against her, still inside but unmoving, chest pressed to chest, breasts rubbing together, breath ragged.

June cradles her neck, kisses her forehead, fingers sliding into damp hair.
— “You haven’t lost me. You never did.”

And under her caresses, the Alpha finally stills.

June’s pheromones wrap the room, soothe, quiet the beast that had raged. The Alpha stops trembling, her thrusts no longer frantic. Her breath begins to fall in sync with her Omega’s.

She stays deep inside her. Their sweat-drenched bodies shift into a slower, steadier rhythm.

June runs her hands down her back, her broad shoulders, smoothing every taut muscle.
— “Slowly… with me,” she whispers.

This time, Enjoy obeys. Her thrusts turn deeper, gentler, almost like a carnal lullaby. Her cock swells slowly inside her, each push heavier, fuller, until June feels the knot begin to form, stretching her walls with a muffled moan.

June cries out, overwhelmed, her thighs clamping around her Alpha’s waist as her collar jingles when her head falls back.

— “Yes… stay. Tie me.”

Enjoy’s guttural purr returns, softer now, restrained by her Omega’s sweet scent. Her hands slide beneath her ass, gripping tight to anchor her against her. She keeps moving inside her, not with brutality but with a rhythm that holds them on the edge of fusion. Then, slowly, the knot locks in place, solid, binding them together, inseparable.

Their breasts crush with each movement, nipples grazing, sweat-slick skin. Their lips cling, kissing feverishly, saliva and moans tangled.

Their scents burst into one single signature: animal musk and burning jasmine, fused. The air turns unbreathable, drowned in sex and heat.

June is the first to break. Her fine fangs sink into her Alpha’s shoulder, enough to mark without wounding, as a shattered cry escapes. Her sex clenches around the knot, gripping the Alpha at her deepest, dragging her irresistibly along.

Enjoy roars, body arched, hips slammed against her Omega’s. She comes in turn, buried deep, drowning inside her. Her scent erupts like a burning wave, flooding the entire room.

They hold each other, shaken by the same spasms. Tremble together, orgasms fused, inseparable, without violence. The knot locks them, keeps them bound, prisoners of each other. The world still beats through their mingled breaths, then the storm eases. Their bodies remain fused: breasts crushed, lips hovering, fingers entwined like a silent vow.

June whispers, breathless, her forehead pressed to hers:
— “Now… you won’t forget. We’re one scent.”

The Alpha finally closes her eyes, soothed, safe. Time suspends. The knot still pulses within them, binding them in flesh and desire.
June nestles against her, breasts pressed to hers, cheek resting on the Alpha’s bitten shoulder. Her fingers lazily stroke damp strands stuck to her nape.

— “Breathe… with me,” she murmurs, voice hoarse but calming.

Enjoy obeys. Her massive chest rises and falls, slow, syncing with her Omega’s calmer rhythm. Her guttural growl shifts into a sigh, still trembling.

The pheromones settle, soften: sweet jasmine, deep musk, but merged into one warm, reassuring signature. The air clears as the chaos fades.

June presses a kiss to her forehead, then her swollen lips. She truly looks at her. Her fingers slide along her jaw, her flushed cheekbones, as if to make sure she’s truly back.
— “Look at me… you have me.”

The Alpha’s eyes shut. Hot tears spill despite herself, running down her temples.
— “I… I was afraid…” she whispers, voice broken, raw with intoxication and climax.

June holds her tight, wrapping her like a barrier both soft and unyielding.
— “Then don’t be. As long as you’re inside me… there’s nothing to forget.”

Silence returns, damp but peaceful. Their fingers lace together, still knotted, still bound. June caresses her Alpha’s back in slow, hypnotic circles.

Eventually, they roll to their sides, the sheet slipping beneath them, without breaking their bond. Still trembling, they coil together, breasts pressed, legs tangled.

June smiles, almost mischievous, her fangs grazing her Alpha’s salted skin:
— “Puppy or Alpha, you’re still mine.”

A rough purr vibrates in Enjoy’s throat. She buries her face in her Omega’s neck, breathes her scent until she drowns in it. Her lips slide across her skin, taste it, mark it with a wet kiss before nibbling softly at the collar still around her throat.

June shivers. Her fingers sink into her Alpha’s hair, strokes slow, soothing. She feels the weight of her body, the knot throbbing inside, solid, reassuring.

Enjoy moans low, a broken rumble that sounds like a purr. She licks her shoulder, gently, almost reverently, as if retracing every mark she’d left before. Then her mouth travels to June’s throat, leaving soft licks, not to claim, but to mend.

The Omega closes her eyes. She feels. She knows. Her Alpha is hurting, cracked within.
— “You ache,” she murmurs tenderly, her fine fangs grazing her Alpha’s skin in turn.

A ragged growl answers, hesitant:
— “I have you. But I don’t have her anymore…”

June clings tighter. She winds her arms around her Alpha, presses her forehead to hers. Her pheromones unfurl again, wrapping, soothing, erasing the scent of grief for a moment.
— “I know, Puppy… but I’m here. With you.”

The air is warm, heavy with sweat and sex. Slowly, their breaths align, their growls fade. Knotted, still bound inside each other, they drift to sleep, stuck together like one creature.

The night dissolves. When light filters through the curtains, June stirs faintly, body still heavy with fatigue. The first thing she feels isn’t the dawn… but heat. The heat of an Alpha still rooted inside her.

The knot has only just released, but Enjoy’s cock still throbs against her, hard, impatient. Her pheromones already saturate the room, harsher, sharper than in the night.
June cracks her eyes open, groaning, voice broken:
— “You came home drunk last night… and already you want… again?”

Enjoy stares down at her, hair in disarray, eyes still reddened but blown wide with desire. She leans in, bites her lip, her hands already gripping her slim hips.
— “I want you.”

Her breath is ragged, trembling, but irresistible. The Alpha rubs her swollen cock against her Omega’s wet slit, and the heat instantly awakens June’s body despite her protest.

She lets out a moan, her thighs opening on their own, and murmurs against her mouth:
— “You’re impossible…”

The Alpha growls, deep, and with a firm move flips June onto her stomach. Her body, still heavy with sleep, barely protests: already her wrists are captured, pinned to the mattress.

— “Enjoy…!” June cries, half-plea, half-strangled laugh.

But the Alpha doesn’t let her catch her breath. Her hips line up behind her, her hard, swollen cock sliding against her slick lips. One brutal thrust and she’s buried to the hilt, no prelude.

June screams, neck thrown back, her whole body shaking as her thighs spread helplessly to take her deeper.

— “You… you’re going to make me late…” she gasps, voice breaking, face pressed into the pillow.

Enjoy growls louder, an abyssal rumble echoing from her chest.
— “I don’t care.”

Her hips slam, fast, feral, making the bed creak with each thrust. Her hands still pin her Omega’s fragile wrists, holding her open, unable to move.

June moans, rocked by every stroke. Her fine fangs tear into the pillow, her breasts bounce against the wrinkled sheet, her cries breaking into muffled screams.

Their scents explode again, saturating the room with the burning perfume of an Alpha in rut and an Omega drowned in pleasure. The mix is dizzying, sweet and musky, animal and dripping with lust.

— “Faster…” she finally begs, her body betrayed by instinct, arching despite her words.

Enjoy answers with an even harsher rhythm, her belly slapping against June’s rounded ass, her guttural growls tangled with her screams. She lowers her head, bites her neck over the collar, groans against her skin, pinning her into the mattress like prey.

June is the first to break—an orgasm tearing through her, brutal, making her arch back, scream her Alpha’s name into the pillow. Her walls clamp frantically around her Alpha’s cock, dragging her instantly into the fall.

The Alpha roars, hips slammed flush, her body shaking with a deep climax. She stays buried, heavy, suffocating, until the damp silence falls over the room.

June collapses, trembling still, breath ragged.
— “I… I really will be late…” she sighs, half-hearted.

Enjoy laughs, rough, and lies down over her back, still inside.
— “Then be late. You’re mine first.”

She remains sunk deep inside her Omega, their bodies still sticky, clinging. Her hands drift lazily along June’s waist, her hips, holding her pinned against her stomach.

June sighs, cheek pressed to the pillow, still panting. She smiles faintly, half-teasing, half-serious:
— “Enjoy… are you okay?”

A silence stretches, heavy with meaning. The Alpha hears the question beneath the words: not just “after the alcohol,” but after the grief.

She dodges it, growling with a feral smile, murmuring at her ear:
— “I’m buried to the hilt inside my Omega. Of course I’m okay.”

A possessive caress drifts down her flank, to her still-quivering belly. Her fingers draw slow, firm circles, as if to remind June exactly where she belongs.

June lifts her eyes, a broken laugh tugging her lips.
— “That’s your way of saying you don’t want to talk?”

— “Exactly.” Enjoy’s rumble vibrates against her skin, but it’s tender, almost playful. She nips her shoulder, adding softer:
— “As long as I’m here, inside you, I think of nothing else.”

June shakes her head, amused despite herself, her fine fangs biting the pillow.
— “You’re impossible…”

The Alpha smiles against her nape, breath scorching:
— “And yet you keep me.”

The room falls back into humid quiet, heavy with scent and sweat, but tinged with the tender, grounded humor of two bodies spent, belonging only to each other.

June sighs, her face buried in the pillow. She feels the knot finally deflate inside her, that intimate release leaving her trembling, drained but soothed. Her pheromones flow soft and sweet, calming, wrapping her exhausted Alpha.

Enjoy pants behind her, pressed to her back, hands possessive on her hips. She growls, a deep purr thrumming through her Omega’s spine.
— “I really don’t want you going to work…”

June half-laughs, her voice raw, a playful murmur:
— “Puppy!”

The Alpha growls but smiles, nose buried in her scented neck.
— “Promise I’ll behave…”

But when she finally pulls out, slowly, tearing a helpless moan from June, she doesn’t let her rest. One firm move—she flips her from her stomach onto her back, wrists caught in a possessive game.

— “Enjoy!” June groans, her eyes blazing up at her. “I swear if you put your cock in me again…”

The Alpha lowers her head, lips brushing hers, a teasing smile at the corner of her mouth.
— “It’s not my cock going in you.”

A shiver runs through her before she can answer. A light struggle follows—hips colliding, wrists pinned under a grip firm but never cruel. Their breathless laughter mixes with growls, with that fevered panting that stirs fire faster than desire.

Then Enjoy descends. Her kisses trail wet down her Omega’s still-trembling belly. Her hands part her slick thighs, shining with their mingled scents.

She leans in, growls, and her tongue finds her swollen clit at once, devouring it slowly, methodically, as if to swallow every trace of their night.

— “Ohhh… Enjoy…” June moans, unable to stop her hips from grinding into her mouth.

The scents fill everything, thick, entangled: Alpha’s seed, Omega’s heat, raw fusion soaking sheets and air. The Alpha drinks, licks, sucks, her vibrating growls resonating straight into sensitive flesh.

June claws at the sheets, panting, eyes shut, her body straining toward that relentless tongue. It devours her slowly but without mercy.

— “I… I’ll be late…” she babbles again, voice breaking into a scream when the suction sharpens.

And the Alpha laughs against her clit, a muffled, guttural laugh swallowed into her flesh, before plunging back in, ravenous.

June moans, her legs locking around her Alpha’s shoulders. Her skin burns, her thighs slick with sweat and lust. Each lick ripples through her, each deeper suction rips her breath away.

— “Ahhh…!” Her voice cracks, guttural, unrestrained. Her hips buck, lift, crash back down against the voracious mouth devouring her.

Enjoy clings to her, hands pinning her thighs open, growling like a starving beast into her tender flesh. Her tongue glides, circles, thrusts, sucks. She laps at her Omega with delicious relentlessness, pushing her further with every second.

— “P-puppy… I… I’m going to—” The words die in a strangled cry.

June’s scent explodes, thick, intoxicating, sweet to the point of ache. Her whole body arches, wrists twisting against the grip holding them above her head. She bends like a bow, then shatters, trembling violently.

The orgasm rips through her, convulsing against her Alpha’s mouth. Her legs kick, toes dig into sheets, her throat spilling broken moans, pleas turned incoherent.

But Enjoy doesn’t stop. She drinks, licks, sucks every spasm, every pulse, as if to swallow her pleasure to the last drop. She growls again, vibrations buzzing against her swollen clit, stretching the climax into sweet pain.

— “Ahhh!… Enough… I…” June gasps, eyes wet with tears, her body shuddering in soft convulsions. But the Alpha laughs against her, rough, muffled, and devours her harder still.

The second wave crashes—brutal, sudden. June screams her name, head thrown back, pheromones exploding through the room like a storm. She breaks again, arches, then collapses, emptied, panting, her throat raw from screams.

When the Alpha finally lifts her head, her lips shine, her amber eyes burn with triumphant fire. She climbs slowly up, wet kisses along her belly, her throat, to her Omega’s trembling mouth.

— “Told you…” she pants against her lips, mocking, voice husky with lingering desire.
— “…it wasn’t my cock.”

Still breathless, Enjoy presses against her, surrendering her strength to curl close. Her forehead nestles between June’s breasts, her heavy arms circling her waist. The animal heat of moments before fades, leaving something almost childlike in its need.

— “Then stay… don’t go,” she whispers, voice raw, trembling, part plea, part command.

June sighs softly, threading her hand through damp hair, guiding her Alpha against her chest where she instantly curls, seeking comfort no orgasm had given.

— “Mm…” June hums, a sad smile brushing her lips, fingers stroking the nape of her Alpha.

Then lower, graver:
— “Alpha…”

Her voice cracks, but she keeps wrapping her in her Omega scent, soothing, sweet, filling the air like a cocoon.

The Alpha closes her eyes, gives in. Each breath steadies, deeper, as if rocked to sleep by that perfume holding her alive as much as the warmth beneath her. June feels her weight sink, her body surrender to rest. She lowers her head, kisses the crown of her hair, and smiles through exhaustion.

Yet Enjoy clings to instinct—her fangs still grip lightly at the leather of her Omega’s collar, refusing to release even in sleep.

So June closes her eyes too, her Alpha asleep in her neck, and surrenders to the damp air, heavy with their mingled scents.

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Chapter Text

The morning barely filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the bedroom still warm from the night. June hadn’t moved. Her gaze simply lingered on the naked figure sprawled against her—warm body, heavy breath, satin skin. Enjoy slept the way she lived: unfiltered, anchored in her Alpha instincts, curled against her like a tamed beast.
It wasn’t sexual. Just animal. The body heat, the sleepy growl, the way her fingers had unconsciously tightened around June’s hip, as if to say mine.

On the nightstand, the black collar rested, leash coiled beside it. A silent reminder of the contract. A reminder above all that it had been June who chose—she who reached out, accepted that absurd bargain, and kept this Puppy, even though she wasn’t what she thought she wanted.

She’d wanted a Beta. Quiet. Neutral.
She had gotten an Alpha. Docile by day, but with that animal heat spilling over at night.

June inhaled, brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, and murmured almost to herself:
— “You’re a well-trained puppy… but an Alpha impossible to hold.”

As if she’d heard despite heavy sleep, Enjoy grumbled and rolled closer. June sighed, torn between annoyance and fondness. A burning hand clamped around her waist, holding her in bed.
— “Stay…” Enjoy muttered, voice low, rough with sleep.

June rolled her eyes at the ceiling.
— “You’re half-asleep, puppy.”
— “…stay anyway.”

The tone was deep, almost pleading, though blurred by drowsiness. June hesitated, studying that relaxed face, before gently patting the hand gripping her hip.
— “I’m not going anywhere. I just want to step out a bit, alright?”

A grumbled sigh answered—frustration tangled with resignation. The hand finally loosened.

June sat up at last. Today, she just wanted to breathe, shop a little. Normal, ordinary.
— “Come on, puppy. You’re coming with me.”

The Alpha cracked her eyes open, still heavy with sleep, but the reflex was immediate: she got up, naked, before absently grabbing her clothes. Loyal. Present. Without a word.

Already June felt the irony: this wasn’t a Puppy she was taking along, but something larger. Something that made her heart beat faster.

Enjoy had the habit of sitting at the edge of the bed, following her every move in silence. Her dark eyes trailed after each of June’s gestures, fascinated. June herself had that natural elegance: a simple beige dress falling just right to flatter her lines, and a pair of heels she slipped on with precision.

When she bent to grab her jacket, Enjoy stepped closer, closing the zipper gently at her back. The gesture had become habit, almost a silent ritual.

— “Where are we going?” she finally growled, voice still husky from sleep.
— “Shopping,” June answered simply.

Enjoy tilted her head, gaze both curious and stubborn.
— “…We could eat something after.”

June held back a smile. Her Alpha Puppy had never had grand ambitions: a meal, a bed, a bit of skin, and sex. Everything else came second, unless instinct broke the order.

June raised her hand, brushing her cheek before catching her chin, forcing her to look up. A tender gesture, but one that allowed no refusal.
— “If you behave, puppy,” she murmured, lips curling faintly, “we’ll eat wherever you want.”

The driver dropped them off downtown. June stepped out first, elegant in her beige dress, heels clicking on the pavement. Beside her, Enjoy always stood out a little: simple clothes, worn jeans and an oversized t-shirt she refused to give up despite the things June had already bought her. A light but constant contrast.

And yet, June never let go of her hand. In the crowded streets, their fingers laced drew a clear line: she’s mine.

From store to store, the ritual repeated. June tried on, chose, paid. Enjoy watched, silent and attentive, then carried the bags without complaint, docile as a true loyal pup. Her eyes hardly left June, absorbed by her gestures, her polite smiles to the staff.

Until something caught her.

A shop window, at the corner of a more intimate boutique. Behind the glass, a perfume bottle, posed beside a mannequin draped in delicate silk. Enjoy’s breath grew heavier, her fingers tightening around June’s hand.

A memory struck her sharp: the night just days ago, June moaning beneath her, panting, when her impatient fangs had torn through the brand-new lace she had just bought.

June arched a brow, startled, as the Alpha tugged gently on her hand, pulling her toward the display.
— “What now?” she sighed.

She didn’t have time to ask further: Enjoy wasn’t looking at her anymore. Her eyes were fixed on the boutique, on all the alluring pieces in the window, as if they echoed directly to that instinctive memory.

June pinched her lips, exhaling sharply.
— “Enjoy… seriously?”

They had barely stepped through the door when a hostess approached with a polite smile.
— “You can leave your bags here, ma’am.”

— “That won’t be—” June began.

But already, Enjoy was setting the bags into the hostess’s hands.
— “Thank you,” she replied simply.

June froze a moment, blinking, before turning her head toward her.
— “Oh, you can speak now, puppy?” she teased, half-ironic.

Enjoy shrugged slightly, her dark eyes locked on the rows of lace and silk.
— “I’ve been good,” she murmured, low. “And I want…”

She didn’t finish. Her gaze had already drifted, caught on the delicate pieces hanging around them: deep reds, sheer blacks, discreet beige. As if each one stirred the raw memory alive again—June, panting, her lingerie ripped beneath impatient hands.

June followed her gaze and felt her cheeks flush despite herself.
— “Oh no…” she sighed under her breath. “I’m going to regret this.”

Without waiting, Enjoy moved into the aisles. She brushed the fabrics with her fingertips, face unreadable but eyes burning. Three sets joined her arm: black, red, ivory. With each choice, June rolled her eyes, torn between amusement and exasperation.

— “You planning to buy the whole store, puppy?”
No answer. Just that determined Alpha posture, so different from her usual docility.

Finally, Enjoy stopped in front of a fitting room. She handed June a set—a delicate beige, barely sheer, traced with fine embroidery.
— “That one.”

June arched a brow.
— “Excuse me?”
— “Try it,” she ordered softly.

It wasn’t said with aggression, but the instinct thrummed strong enough in those two syllables for June to feel it. An Alpha demanding. A faithful Puppy daring.

The hostess nearby kept a professional, awkward smile. June folded her arms.
— “You’re giving me orders now?”

Enjoy’s dark stare didn’t waver.

June sighed.
— “…You’re unbearable.”

But she took the set and disappeared behind the curtain.

Through the small gap, Enjoy slipped inside without a word. Her broad back leaned against the wall, her gaze fixed firmly on June as she slipped off her dress. No words, no stray hands—just that raw, unbroken intensity.

June slid into the lingerie slowly, fully aware of being watched. The beige silk hugged her skin, embroidery outlining every subtle curve. She lifted her eyes to the mirror—and caught Enjoy’s reflection behind her. Dilated pupils, breath slow but heavy, as if fighting to stay still.

— “You’re already eating me alive with your eyes, Alpha,” June said wryly, adjusting the strap of her bra.

Enjoy didn’t answer right away. She stepped closer, her shadow falling over her in the mirror. Her eyes stayed locked, grave.
— “You can’t even imagine…” she murmured.

A shiver rippled through June, masked quickly by a sly smile.
— “Too bad, Puppy. You’ll have to wait for dinner.”

Still facing the mirror, she adjusted the strap again, deliberately slow. Each movement a calculated torture for the Alpha’s instincts.

— “So?” she asked, voice honeyed. “Do you like it, Puppy?”

A low growl vibrated in Enjoy’s throat. June’s lips stretched into a feral smile.
— “You’re practically drooling. Sure you can hold out till dinner?”

The Alpha took a step closer, then another, her breath hot against June’s nape. In the mirror, their gazes clashed: her dilated pupils against June’s taunting gleam.

— “You’re playing,” Enjoy whispered darkly.
— “Always,” June replied, mischievous.

The tension snapped like an overtightened string. In one motion, Enjoy grabbed her waist and crushed her mouth to hers. A raw kiss, hungry, demanding. June resisted for a heartbeat, then yielded despite herself, a sigh slipping from her throat. She hated that sound… almost as much as she adored it.

The curtain quivered slightly, betraying their movement.
— “Ahem… are you finished in there, ladies?” came an embarrassed voice outside.

Enjoy growled, wrinkled her nose, and poked her head out without letting go of June’s waist.
— “Wrap it all. We’ll take it. And… she’s keeping this one on.”

Color rushed to June’s cheeks, more anger than modesty. The hostess vanished quickly.

When they finally emerged, another bag stuffed with lace and silk hung from Enjoy’s arm, added to all the rest.

June crossed her arms, eyes blazing.
— “You’re always hungry, puppy.”
— “Depends what hunger you mean, Omega,” Enjoy shot back, voice low, direct.

June clenched her jaw, but a nervous smile cracked through anyway.
— “Keep dreaming. Hands off what I just bought.”
— “…But—”
— “No buts. You always end up tearing them.”

Enjoy dropped her gaze, seemingly docile, though the low rumble in her chest betrayed her instincts.

Outside, the city’s warm air wrapped around them, heavy with voices and scents. The dense crowd forced June to weave forward, dragging her Alpha along. The bags jingled at her arm, an odd contrast to the restrained strength at her side, while June pressed ahead, her hand clasped firmly in hers.

In the crowd, eyes turned, some lingering too long. Some on June’s elegance, others on the discreet yet imposing shadow at her side. When a passerby came too close, brushing the Omega’s shoulder, Enjoy froze. A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbled in her chest, and the look she threw was enough to make the stranger retreat.

June squeezed her hand gently, half-annoyed, half-flattered.
— “Puppy… you don’t need to growl at everything that moves.”
— “…he did it on purpose,” the Alpha muttered, frowning.

June shook her head, amused despite herself. But before she could reply, another sound broke through: the rumble of Enjoy’s stomach.

She burst out laughing.
— “Now that’s your real instinct, isn’t it? Eating.”
— “…I’m hungry,” Enjoy admitted bluntly, voice low, almost sulky.

June rolled her eyes, though her hand squeezed hers a little tighter.
— “Fine. Restaurant. But if you think you’re going to bite into my dishes the way you bite through my underwear, you’re dreaming.”

Enjoy’s gaze slid toward her, guilty and hungry at once.
— “Depends which dish you mean, Omega…”

June nearly stumbled, caught between laughter and outrage.
— “…Puppy, you’re incorrigible.”

Her stomach answered for her, growling so loudly that several passersby turned their heads. June rolled her eyes: at least this hunger she knew how to fix.

A few minutes later, they pushed open the door of a warm little restaurant. The smell of food lit a spark instantly in the Alpha’s eyes, and June sighed. And she still wondered which hunger would consume her first.

The meal lasted barely an hour. June, true to herself, had chosen a quiet place, slightly out of the way, serving refined cuisine. Enjoy, meanwhile, simply emptied her plate in silence, her eyes gleaming with a childlike satisfaction.
But under the table, June hadn’t missed a thing: Enjoy’s leg brushing hers, her gaze hungrier for her than for the food. One appetite had replaced another.

At least, full, she’d behave… for a few minutes.

When they returned, the sun still streamed widely through the windows. June slipped off her heels and set the lingerie bags down on the console by the door. She was about to say something—an ironic remark, a reminder of work waiting—when a hot hand caught her wrist.

She turned. The Alpha’s dark hazel eyes had deepened, pupils blown wide. The scent of pheromones already rose, heavy, almost sweet, thickening the air of the living room.

— “Puppy… I have a call in ten minutes,” June whispered, glancing at her watch, trying to mask the shiver running her spine.

Enjoy didn’t answer. Her low voice cracked like a vow:
— “I can be very fast.”

— “No,” June cut sharply.

She left the living room, retreating to her office. Computer, camera, notifications: everything lined up. She drew a deep breath, trying to center herself.
A rustle behind her. When she looked down, Enjoy was already there—slipped under the desk like a stubborn shadow.

— “Puppy!?” she hissed through her teeth, praying the mic wouldn’t pick it up.
— “I can stay here,” the Alpha said calmly. “I won’t do anything.”

Her dark eyes gleamed with a plan already made.

She launched her meeting, promising herself to ignore the presence under her desk. A promise already lost.

Minutes passed. Voices filled the speakers, June greeted, kept a professional tone. She had barely begun to respond when something brushed her ankle. A hot hand.

June stiffened.
— “…Puppy…”

A silent smile flickered across Enjoy’s face. Her fingers slid along her leg, caressing skin with calculated slowness. She slipped off June’s heels one by one, then traced up the curve of her calves.

June shot a dark glare beneath the desk.
— “I forbid you to—”

Too late. The Alpha rose to her knees, her strong palms catching the hem of the beige dress. She tugged, gently but with a strength that brooked no refusal, sliding the fabric up her thighs.

June bit down on a groan, lips pressed to her muted mic.
— “…Puppy…!”

She had tried to squeeze her thighs shut, to block the path. Her dark stare down at the shadow beneath her desk was meant to be that of a mistress in full control. But the Alpha, patient, read the cracks. Her kisses dropped on bare ankles, then the insides of her knees, climbing in waves, paired with slow caresses that brushed more than they took.

The Omega, still upright before her screen, answered mechanically to voices about figures, contracts, deadlines. But beneath the table, the world tilted.

The Alpha’s hands glided firmly up her thighs, feeling them tremble despite their tension. With subtle insistence, she eased them apart, prying open what refused to yield. June wanted to resist, but the slack betrayed her control: her thighs loosened just enough.

Enjoy seized the chance. She leaned in, kissed the black fabric still intact of the panties June had chosen just hours earlier. The heat of her breath burned through the lace, ripping a shudder from June, who bit her lip to keep silent.

— “Puppy…” she grated through her teeth, voice low enough for the Alpha alone.

But Enjoy no longer listened. Her tongue pressed damply through the fabric, nose rubbing deliberately against the heat she found. Already the Omega’s taste lingered faintly, enough to make her growl.

June clenched her teeth, trying to keep her mask of coldness, but each lick cracked her more. Her fingers trembled on the armrest, her thighs tensed then yielded despite herself.

— “Wait… you don’t have permission…” she whispered, broken, breathless, clinging to her Mistress role.

She tried to roll back, shoving her chair away. But the Alpha anticipated—her hands clamped hard on her hips, pinning her to the seat. No escape.

June smothered a moan, head thrown back, nails sinking into the wood of the armrest. The meeting was finally ending, voices fading into the dark of her screen.

Emboldened, Enjoy’s tongue finally pushed into her Omega’s wetness, while her hands, instead of forcing her thighs apart, pulled her hips closer, anchoring her to her mouth.

June was nearly gone: her pheromones saturated the air, her moans rose, each flick of her clit pulling her closer.

Her body snapped, wracked by an orgasm ripped in silence, mouth open on a strangled cry.

Then, with a sharp tug, she grabbed Enjoy’s hair and yanked her head back. Her blazing eyes locked with her Alpha’s.

— “Puppy!”

A beat suspended. Enjoy lifted her gaze, lips shining, with a brazen smile.
— “Yes, Mistress.”

Chapter Text

The rain tapped steadily against the windows, like a calm heart beating just behind the walls. Inside the apartment, the light was soft, filtered through pale curtains. The air carried the scent of still-warm tea, of laundry drying near the radiator, and of that peaceful normality they had built together.

A year and a half had passed since the signing of that absurd contract — that role of Puppy and Mistress they had once performed with almost theatrical rigor. Today, all that remained was a collar lying on the nightstand, more symbolic than real. The game had faded behind a murkier truth: they already belonged to each other, and the lines between obedience, instinct, and tenderness had long since blurred. Mistress, Puppy, Alpha, Omega… they had become all of it at once.

June was still working on her laptop, a light dress draped against her crossed thighs, her expression feigning concentration. Enjoy, sprawled on the couch, pretended to flip through a magazine. Sometimes her gaze lingered too long on her Mistress — but that was nothing unusual. Or almost.

The first signs were subtle: a breath drawn too deeply, as if every inhale was an effort. A glass of water within reach yet left untouched. The faint tremor of a finger tracing the magazine’s spine, betraying a mounting tension. And most of all, her scent: denser than usual, a mix of damp earth and sun-warmed wood, saturating the air drop by drop.

June barely looked up; she could already feel the difference. Her Alpha’s musky perfume was growing heavier, as if the rain outside had turned into an invisible storm within.

— Puppy? she asked, voice neutral, almost amused.

Enjoy startled, snapping the magazine shut too quickly. Her jaw tightened, her breath scraped against her throat.
— Hm.

That was all she managed to say. But her fangs were trembling under her tongue, and she pressed her lips together to hide them.

And then June remembered. Since their last shared heat, the Alpha had grown animal again in her sleep: naked, clinging to her, a hand resting on her hip or breast, legs tangled with hers as if her body refused any distance. In those moments, Enjoy almost purred — a low rumble vibrating against her skin — and June only had to close her eyes to be lulled by it.

But the instant she awoke, the Alpha grew rigid, pulled her hand away too quickly as if burned, and retreated a little to the side. June, who could read the smallest details, had seen the nuance: it wasn’t disinterest, but silent fear.

Fear born that night, when her fangs had pressed into the red leather at her throat.
The bite hadn’t pierced her skin, but the collar had cracked under the pressure. And in its wake, her pheromones — usually soothed by her Alpha’s touch — had turned sharp, sour. Fear, pure and raw.

Enjoy had felt it instantly. Bound deep inside her, caught in the wave of pleasure, the Alpha had frozen. Her belly clenched so hard it hurt. Nothing was worse than this: feeling her own Omega tremble with fear while trapped in her knot.

— I… I’m sorry… she rasped, still inside her, voice raw. June, I didn’t mean…

She had withdrawn as far as the knot allowed, eyes lost, ashamed. Her fangs glinted with tension, her lips shook.

June had raised her hand, caressing her cheek with turmoil. Her body screamed danger, but her heart screamed her name. The contradiction left her suspended between two truths.

Her hand had slowly traced down to the collar marked with teeth. She touched the dent, almost like a new scar.

— You think it was you who scared me, she whispered at last. But it wasn’t. I was afraid of what instinct can steal from us. Not of you.

— I smelled it… your scent shattered, June, Enjoy insisted, her voice trembling. I was inside you, and I felt your fear. It was like I had betrayed you…

The Alpha then lowered her head, pressing her mouth against the damaged leather. She kissed it, licked gently at the bare skin just below, whispering her apologies again and again.

— Forgive me… I never want you to be afraid of me.

June sighed, tugging lightly on the leather so it snapped against her skin.
— That collar was never meant to last forever. Maybe it was meant to break.

She lowered her gaze to her Alpha, prostrate against her belly, and added softly:
— You’re my Puppy. Even with your fangs. I’m the one who chooses when I offer you my fear… or my throat.

They had stayed like that, knotted, chasing a fragile calm. Their pheromones clashed, then softened, without erasing the invisible scar. June knew she would keep the memory of that fear. And Enjoy, the memory of that fault.

The recollection faded like mist on glass. When June opened her eyes, she saw Enjoy had dozed off, the magazine resting open across her chest. Her face held none of the fear she showed awake. In sleep, she wore a calm, almost childlike expression, as if her body finally knew where to rest.

June knew her too well to ignore what played behind those closed lids. At night, the Alpha moved without even realizing it, always seeking her warmth, curling against her, wrapping her arms around her. She fell asleep thinking she was in control, but instinct always spoke in the end. So sometimes she fought to stay awake, as if wakefulness were the only barrier between them. But sooner or later, her body yielded. And it always found its way back to hers.

June stood, circled around the couch, and with a tender gesture brushed her fingers through her Alpha’s hair. The dark strands slipped between her fingers like unruly silk. She leaned down a little more and pressed a kiss to her damp forehead, a faint smile ghosting her lips.

The marking.
It kept returning to her thoughts, like a shadow behind every touch, every caress. She had always rejected it. To her, it wasn’t a symbol of love but a chain, an act that bound through constraint rather than choice.

And yet…

Every time Enjoy bit down on her collar instead of her skin, every time she twisted herself to keep her fangs restrained, June felt a dull ache in her chest. Her Alpha was suffering from holding herself back, from living against her instincts just to respect her. Part of her wondered how long it could last.

Her fingers slid once more through the tangle of Enjoy’s hair.
— Puppy… you have no idea how strong you make me.

Her eyes drifted to her Alpha’s bare throat, peaceful in sleep. The black collar was long gone: there was no need for such an accessory to remind her to whom she belonged. The bond wasn’t marked, and yet it already existed, burning, undeniable. For the first time, perhaps without deflection, June wondered if a marking could be a choice. Their choice.

It wasn’t the first time June had noticed the signs. For a few nights now, her Alpha’s scent had been changing — denser, heavier, like the haze of a rut that had yet to speak its name. Not a storm, not yet, but an underlying heat that made the air thick.

As an Omega, June was not immune. She had drawn near in different ways: a smile, a phrase murmured in her ear, a carefully chosen slip of lingerie. Once, she had even left the bathroom door ajar, her silhouette framed in the rising steam of the shower.

— Aren’t you going to come soap me up, Puppy? she had teased in a low, amused voice.

But nothing worked.
Since the collar incident, Enjoy had muzzled herself. She turned away, claimed fatigue, shut herself in with a discipline that felt anything but natural. Even naked in bed, even with her fangs aching from being held back, she resisted.

It wasn’t indifference — June knew that. It was fear.
The fear of yielding to her instincts, of making her tremble for the wrong reasons again. So Enjoy clenched her teeth, swallowed her pheromones, and preferred to suffer rather than risk betraying her once more.

And the more she resisted, the more June felt the bond between them pulled taut, like a rope stretched too far. She knew it would snap soon.

She went back to her desk, trying to sink into her work. But her fingers on the keyboard were just a pretext: her gaze kept straying back to the couch. There lay her Puppy, dozing, magazine resting on her stomach, face deceptively calm. June, however, knew the fever already simmered beneath her skin.

These past days, the tension had soaked into their daily lives. No shouting, no fights — just this floating heat, thick, unrelieved.

A low growl made her lift her eyes. On the couch, Enjoy shifted abruptly, sweat-slick, nearly rolling off before clumsily righting herself. Her brown eyes fluttered open, still lost between sleep and fever. She exhaled harshly, trying to steady herself, but her fangs already gleamed beneath pressed lips.

Without a word, she got up and slipped into the bedroom. The heat weighing on her clung like a second skin, unbearable.

Irritated by the fever consuming her, she yanked off her damp T-shirt, let it fall to the floor, and kept only her sports bra. Her restless hands adjusted her shorts, then tugged off her soaked boxer briefs just to breathe more freely. For a moment, she thought of hiding away in another room, isolating herself until the rut fully claimed her. But the thought struck her immediately: June was there, so close… and the very idea of moving away from her made her stomach knot.

So she came back, almost against her will, toward the desk. She pretended to gulp water too quickly, then stood by the half-open window. The cool air did nothing: her scent saturated the room like an invisible storm.

June said nothing. She stayed seated at her desk, feigning keystrokes, though her eyes never strayed far. Her Puppy burned just a few steps away, a prisoner of her own body, acting as if nothing was wrong.

June had had enough. She closed her laptop, stood, and crossed the room without a word.
Enjoy didn’t see her coming — or maybe she pretended not to. She stood at the edge of the couch, chest bared but gaze drifting elsewhere, as if avoiding her eyes could still shield her.

June laid her hands on her shoulders and, with deliberate slowness, sat across her lap. Instantly she felt the raw heat beneath her Alpha’s skin, the taut strain of her thighs, the breath caught in her throat. June’s light weight pressed against her, and her dress, wrinkling naturally, slipped higher on her thighs, revealing more skin than intended.

— Look at me, Puppy, she whispered.

But Enjoy turned her face away, jaw tight, eyes refusing to meet hers. She was fleeing. Because she knew that if their gazes locked, there would be no turning back.

June, perched on her lap, could feel how rigid her Alpha grew beneath her. Her fingers clenched in the fabric of her dress, as if to anchor herself. Her scorching breath fanned across June’s collarbone, but her eyes kept darting away. So June leaned closer, her lips brushing almost against her ear.

— Do you feel that, Puppy? she murmured, her low voice sliding into the fever. Your scent is drowning me already. And I haven’t even begun to play with mine.

She released a veil of pheromones — calculated, precise — a blend of sugar and heat that thickened the air between them. The effect was immediate: Enjoy’s back arched, a guttural growl escaped her, and her hands clamped on June’s thighs as if to keep her from fleeing.

— June… stop, she rasped. You don’t know what you’re doing…

— On the contrary, the Omega replied with a calm smile. I know exactly what I’m doing.

Enjoy shut her eyes, trying to wrench herself free of the spiral. A louder growl rumbled in her throat, her fangs pressing hard against her lips.

— I’ll handle this myself. My rut… I can deal with it without you.

The words, dragged out, shook more than they stood. June could taste the contradiction in the air: her Alpha’s pheromones screamed need, instinct, while her voice begged for distance.

June leaned in further, her fingers slowly trailing up her nape.
— No, Puppy. Your rut belongs to me.

A growl rose from Enjoy’s chest, harsh, animal, one last warning.
June, far from retreating, caught her hand and guided it herself, tracing slowly from her hip down to the curve of her waist.

Enjoy’s fingers brushed the fine fabric of her dress, soft and warm at once, wrinkled by the movement the Omega imposed on her. The light silk slid beneath her palm like an added caress, and through it, June’s heat already pulsed, impatient.

Then the Omega’s pheromones bloomed — sweet, intoxicating, honey-like. They spread around them, covering the air in a veil that caressed the skin more surely than any hand.

Enjoy closed her eyes for an instant, but the image surged at once: June that night, her pheromones sharp, bitter, broken by fear. She saw herself knotted deep inside her Omega, yet unable to quiet the alarm she had triggered. Her stomach twisted at the memory, so sharply she clenched her teeth not to pull away again.

— June… she growled, eyes still evasive.

The Omega did not relent. She forced her Alpha to feel the warmth of her body pressed against her palm, to taste the tender scent she released around her. She leaned in, lips grazing her temple, and whispered, almost mocking:

— It’s been more than three weeks since you touched me, Alpha.

The word, thrown like a provocation, vibrated between them. A disguised order, a confession, an invitation.

June guided her Alpha’s hand lower, sliding her fingers between her thighs. She wore nothing but a light dress, nothing else, and the access was easy. Her body’s heat throbbed against Enjoy’s palm at once.

The Alpha stiffened, unable to breathe for a moment. Beneath her fingers she felt the damp fabric of June’s panties, a useless barrier against the intoxicating scent of her Omega. Her fangs hammered behind her lips, but instead of giving in to instinct, she collapsed forward, burying her face against her chest.

June welcomed her, fingers in her hair, and a shiver coursed through the Alpha. She didn’t provoke this time, didn’t laugh, didn’t growl. Her voice, when it rose, was broken, bare:

— Please…

Silence thickened around them, broken only by the fevered rhythm of their mingled breaths.
Slowly, June lifted her hand to her neck and, without taking her eyes off her Alpha, unclasped the red collar. The leather slipped between her fingers and fell onto the couch with a dull, ceremonial thud.

At once, Enjoy buried her face against her newly bared throat, inhaling as if she had been starved of air. Her body trembled with the effort of keeping her fangs at bay, her lips brushing the sensitive skin she longed to mark.

Her Alpha’s hand had not moved. Still trapped between her thighs, it pressed against the damp warmth through the thin fabric. Her thumb traced a slow, hesitant circle, as though afraid to go further.

June tilted her hips, deepening the contact, and whispered against her ear:
— Don’t hold back anymore, Puppy.

A growl rumbled in Enjoy’s chest. Her fingers finally slid under the panties, pushing the barrier aside. Naked heat welcomed her instantly — moist, pulsing — and she stroked the sensitive flesh with devouring slowness. Her fingers grazed the lips, tracing them patiently, as if committing every shiver to memory.

June arched, a sigh slipping past her lips, her scent unfurling in a veil of sweetness, voluptuous. The Alpha followed the signal, her caresses growing more intense, caught between restraint and hunger.

Above her, June let her, throat bared, scent wide open, knowing this suspended moment would not last. Because between them, instinct already called further.

Enjoy’s fingers lingered between her thighs, slow, precise, almost timid. June answered with a clear moan, not bothering to stifle it. The sound vibrated against her Alpha’s skin, like a reward.

— Mm… yes, Puppy… more…

Her voice, soft yet firm, urged her on. Every shiver, every tilt of her hips, called her Alpha to continue.

June hitched up her dress, raising it enough to bare her thighs. She seized her Alpha’s wrist and guided her hand more firmly, urging her to press harder, to touch the burning center already exposed.

A sharper moan escaped her, wrapped in sweet pheromones. Her fingers gripped Enjoy’s dark hair with new firmness, forcing her to lift her face slightly.

— Look what you’re doing to me… and you still think I could be afraid of you? she whispered, a feverish smile tugging her lips.

The Alpha growled, her brown eyes blazing, but she yielded to the pull. June tugged harder, mussing her dark hair, forcing her to remain there, between her parted thighs.

Enjoy’s fingers found her swollen clit, stroking it in slow, insistent circles. The Omega’s body responded at once: her thighs tensed, her hips rolled, and a sharper moan vibrated against the throat she had offered.

— Yes… there… again, June panted, her sweet scent saturating the air.

Enjoy moved lower and finally pushed a first finger inside her. The wet heat clenched around her instantly, tight, trembling, and the Alpha shivered with pleasure.

— Puppy… mmh… the Omega gasped, voice broken.

A second finger followed, stretching her drenched core. Every movement pulled another moan, every thrust drew another arch of her hips.

— Open for me, Omega… Enjoy groaned, her voice hoarse, almost pleading.

June obeyed without thought, spreading her thighs wider, wetness already spilling against her Alpha’s palm. Her pheromones burst outward, sweet, calling, demanding.

The third finger entered at last, pushed in firmly, and June cried out — a clear, broken sound — her back arching at the invasion.

— Ahh… yes! she moaned, her fingers yanking harder at Enjoy’s dark hair.

The Alpha quickened, her three fingers plunging into her with feverish hunger. Each thrust rolled from her hips, driving deeper, forcing her Omega to open further for her. Her palm crushed her clit with every pass, adding a delicious burn that tore screams from her throat.

June clung, legs locked tight around her waist, a willing prisoner. Every thrust of Enjoy’s hips made their bodies clap together, her fingers buried to the palm, drenched heat splashing against her hand.

— Don’t stop… finger me, Puppy… harder! she cried, nearly weeping with pleasure.

— Stretch for me, Omega… take me… Enjoy growled, lips pressed to her bared throat.

She drove her words home with another sharp thrust, her fingers spreading her, filling her relentlessly. June rolled her hips into her hand, but the Alpha owned the rhythm, guiding, imposing, until she bent entirely to her rut.

The room swelled with pheromones — thick, humid, intoxicating. Sweat streaked down her back, and June’s body quivered, strung like a bowstring ready to snap.

— Ohh… mmh… P-Puppy… she sobbed, fingers knotted in her hair.

Enjoy’s three fingers drove harder, faster, her hips snapping, pounding into her with each thrust.

June broke at last, her orgasm tearing through the silence in a strangled cry. Her body arched wildly, trembling thighs clamping around the hand that filled her, her stomach seizing in violent spasms. Her scent burst in the air — sweet, musky, a burning torrent flooding her Alpha.

— Yes… come for me… Enjoy breathed against her skin, nibbling her throat without marking it.

She fingered her to the end, drawing out every aftershock, her hips still following the motion of her fingers as if tearing her away from any return.

June collapsed against her—soaked, panting—throat bared and legs still looped around her Alpha. Spasms shook her in waves, weaker now but still intense, as if her body refused to let go.

Enjoy didn’t pull her fingers out right away. She only slowed, her hips ceasing their fevered thrusts to accompany each tremor with a gentler, slower motion. Her fingers, still inside her, traced small circles, prolonging pleasure instead of wrenching it away.

— Shhh… breathe, Omega… she murmured, her voice hoarse, almost broken by the strain of holding back.

June let out a ragged sigh, eyes closed, her forehead pressed to her shoulder. Her pheromones—still sweet and dense—had softened, like warm rain after a storm.

Enjoy watched her for a moment, breathless, her own rut pounding—painful, insistent. Her hand was still slick with wet, and the hard ache in her shorts demanded more—so much more. But she remained still, a willing prisoner of this intimacy.

Slowly she withdrew her fingers, sliding them out of her Omega with rare delicacy. The humid heat clung to her, sticky, and she shivered with frustration. Her fingers shone—slick with desire and pleasure—still bearing the burning proof of what she had just given her.

Half-conscious, June caught them in a weak hand and brought them to her mouth. Her lips received them slowly, her tongue tasting her own pleasure under her Alpha’s fevered gaze.

— See… she breathed, a trembling smile on her lips. I’m not afraid of you.

Enjoy’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might burst. She groaned, burying her face in her Omega’s damp neck, breathing her scent until she drowned in it.

— You’re killing me, she whispered, voice strangled, her hips still tight with tension, her rut raw.

But even exhausted, June found the strength to smile and give a gentle tug to her hair, drawing her even closer.

Then she felt her own heart twist. It had always been the Alpha who spoke first of her feelings, in rough, clumsy but honest words. You’re mine. I chose you. Enjoy had dared to say it—even in the chaos of rut.
June had never said I love you. Not clearly. Instead she’d thrown those ambiguous lines at her—half teasing, half confession:
“You think I’d let you knot me if I didn’t care about you?”
“If I cared even a little, I’d let you nestle against me.”
“If I really wanted you, I’d let you lick me the way you’re dying to.”

Words that sounded like play, but said everything.

And yet, in that instant, she knew Enjoy had always heard them for what they truly were: a masked but sincere confession.

Enjoy gathered her into her arms at once, despite June’s still-shaking legs, and lifted her from the couch as if she weighed nothing. June clung to her neck, still shaken by residual spasms, her short breath mixing with her Alpha’s.

Their scents mingled, saturating the air. Enjoy’s fangs skimmed her throat without biting, the heat of her mouth sliding over the bared skin. Her rut hammered at full tilt—animal, almost painful—but she still held herself in check as she hurried them toward the bedroom.

June shivered, pressed to her burning chest, aware that with every breath her Alpha took, the danger of the mark grew more real.

The bedroom door clicked shut behind them. In the dimness, only the quick rhythm of their breathing filled the scent-heavy air.

Enjoy set her on the bed—feverish—her rut thudding through every nerve. Her fingers caught on June’s dress, tugging it sharply upward. The fabric slid to her chest, baring goosebumped skin. Her panties—soaked and useless—gave way beneath her fangs with a crisp snap before falling to the floor.

June pulled her in at once, their mouths knotting in a wild, wet kiss laced with sighs and moans.

And yet, through the fever, Enjoy’s rough voice slipped to her ear, fragile:
— I’ll be gentle…

June smiled against her lips, fingers slipping under her Alpha’s sports bra to free breasts made taut by arousal.
— Gentle? she teased, breathless. When you’re already burning?

Enjoy’s scent burst—raw, feral—her rough pheromones filling every corner of the room. Her brown eyes fixed on her Omega with hunger threaded with devotion.

She trailed slowly downward, covered her throat in kisses, nipped the tender skin between her breasts, then trapped a nipple between her lips, sucking eagerly. Her hands kneaded the other breast, pinching the peaked tip until it drew ragged moans.

— Mmhh… Puppy… June panted, back arched, fingers bunching the sheets.

Enjoy’s mouth continued downward, setting her belly ablaze before slipping between her thighs. Her Omega’s raw scent overwhelmed her at once, making her hands tremble.

She parted her slick folds gently and dove in with her tongue—slow at first, exploring, savoring the wet—then more insistent, sucking with fever, her mouth sealed to her as if to drink her whole.

June almost cried out, her pheromones bursting in sweet curls, her fingers gripping her Alpha’s dark hair to hold her there.
— More… don’t stop…

She obeyed without a word, nibbling the insides of her thighs, returning to the center with growing fervor. Her tongue probed deeper, her hands sliding up to her hips and breasts, unable to let go.

The wet, obscene sounds tangled with June’s broken moans. Her whole body vibrated—offered, shaking with tremors. Her belly clenched hard and, with a cry, she came against her Alpha’s mouth, her hips quaking, her pheromones detonating like an explosion.

Enjoy kept licking her softly, until the last quiver, then rose, her face gleaming, her brown eyes blazing with rut.

She hesitated, her hands stroking June’s hips, her voice raw:
— June… I don’t want to force you. If I go further… I won’t be able to come back.

Still breathless, the Omega lifted a hand to her flushed cheek.
— Puppy… I want you. All of you.

Enjoy’s pupils dilated, her breath catching on June’s lips. She stretched out facing her, their faces so close their breaths mingled. Her body pressed to June’s—chest to chest, belly to belly, heat to heat.

Her fingers slid between her thighs. She found her Omega’s slick entrance—tight, pulsing.
But instead of pushing in at once, she held still, the tip poised against her, panting. Her forehead rested against June’s, their breaths crashing together.
— You feel it, don’t you? the Alpha murmured, voice cracked.

June moaned, rolling her hips in provocation.
— Don’t make me wait, Puppy.

Then, breath broken, she let her cock—hard, burning—seek her Omega’s streaming entrance. The contact drew a low growl from her, her mouth brushing June’s in a shared moan.

— Take me in… she whispered, fever-drowned brown eyes locked on hers.

And slowly, she slid into her, inch by inch, swallowed by the vibrant heat that awaited her. June’s face twisted with pleasure, breath punched from her lungs, her fingers tightening in her Alpha’s dark hair to keep from falling apart.

June moaned, her pheromones blooming in sweet softness, her body rolling with each measured push. But her Alpha’s possessive hands betrayed her restraint, kneading her breasts hard, pinching the stiff peaks.

— June… you’re so… tight… so hot… the Alpha panted, her rough voice vibrating against her ear.

Her fangs grazed the tender throat, her hips trembling with need, and despite her efforts her rhythm faltered—harder at times, deeper.

June rolled her hips against her, her moans laced with a command:
— Don’t hold back… take me, Alpha.

The word shattered a dam. The Alpha growled, her thrusts harder, more insistent, the wet sound of their bodies echoing in the heat-soaked air.

— Ahhh… yes… June cried, shaken with every slam.

But in a flash of lucidity, Enjoy slowed. Her rhythm faltered again, hesitant, as if she still feared that final step.

June sensed it at once. Her body froze for a heartbeat, then a guttural growl tore from her throat. Her scent flared denser, wrapping the air in an unmistakable command. Her burning gaze met her Alpha’s.
— Stop holding back, Puppy. I’m not afraid.

That was the end of control. A raw, unstoppable growl ripped from Enjoy’s chest. She pulled out suddenly, seized June’s waist and flipped her over, pressing her down on all fours on the mattress.

The Omega’s body arched instantly, offered, her trembling thighs spreading under her Alpha’s firm grip. The crumpled sheet clung to her damp skin, every breath lifting her chest against the mattress.

Behind her, Enjoy knelt, her powerful hands gripping her hips with feverish possession. She held her still, thumbs digging into her flesh, as if afraid she would vanish if she let go.

A low rumble vibrated in her throat as her cock, hard and burning, slid against the soaked entrance waiting for it. She rubbed once against the dripping heat, her throat tight with fever, before driving in with a brutal, deep thrust.

June’s cry split the air—half pain, half ecstasy—her back arching even more under the impact. Her pheromones burst—sweet and musky—covering the room in a suffocating veil that called, provoked, ignited.

— Like that… she growled, panting, her rut exploding.

She thrust into her again—firm, deep—then froze, trembling, her hands clutching her Omega’s hips. Her breath scraped her throat as she stayed buried inside, savoring the wet heat that swallowed her whole.

— I missed your cunt, she panted against her neck, her voice cracked with rut.

At the crude word, June tightened instantly around her, a silent provocation. The Alpha growled, fingers digging harder into her hips. Still she didn’t move, frozen on purpose, as if pulling out would be worse than death. Her forehead slid along June’s arched back, her scent flooding her lungs until her head spun.

Then reality crashed into her. Enjoy’s cock drove deep in a brutal thrust, ripping a hoarse cry from her Omega. Her rhythm shattered into something relentless, her hips pounding in a savage cadence.

Her face buried close to the bared throat, her fangs grazed the damp skin, each hot breath a threat to pierce.

Their moans filled the room—rough, broken—drenched in a musky haze that thickened the air.

— And… if I… mark you? the Alpha panted, forehead pressed to her shoulder, her voice torn with want.

June turned her head slightly, their scents flooding the air, and through broken moans her words spilled:
— Then… ahh… it’s okay, Enjoy…

— Say it again… the Alpha begged, her voice strangled, fangs still grazing but not daring to pierce.

June moaned, panting, and gave a clear command:
— I’m not afraid, Puppy. Mark me.

An animal snarl tore through the Alpha’s chest. Her thrusts turned harsher, each one filling her to the hilt, her rut raging, claiming what was hers.

And with a guttural cry, her fangs sank into the tender throat, the bite sealing what could no longer be restrained.

The bite was an explosion. For Enjoy, a wave of raw possession, rut unleashed, her Omega’s burning throat filling her mouth. Her pheromones burst like a storm, rough, crushing, flooding the room with an animal musk that tangled with June’s sweetness.
For the Omega, it was sharp pain drowned instantly in an ecstasy deeper than anything. Her pheromones burst in thick, sweet waves, answering her Alpha’s. The air turned suffocating, saturated, each breath filled with their mingled scents—a brutal cocoon binding flesh and soul alike.
An invisible cord knotted inside her—irreversible, searing—and her whole body arched under the orgasm that consumed her.

— Alpha… ohhh… she moaned, fingers clawing at the sheets, her back bowing as her climax ripped through in violent waves, her trembling thighs spreading wider.

Enjoy came too, shuddering, her rough pheromones flooding the room, knotted in an unbreakable bond.

When she withdrew her fangs, her lips trembled, stained with blood. She moaned, licking them almost shamefully, then covered the wound in kisses to soothe the burn.
— I’m here… I’ve got you… I love you… she whispered between ragged breaths.

June shivered, her fingers reaching back to clutch her hair.
— Puppy… it’s you. Only you.

Their scents coiled into one another, forming a cocoon. They stayed knotted, pressed close, the rain behind the windows lulling them.

But the rut still burned. Enjoy rose behind her, panting, her fevered brown eyes blazing. She pulled her hips higher, anchoring herself deeper.
— Say it… she murmured. I told you, now you say it.

June, trembling, flashed a mischievous smile over her shoulder.
— You’re inside me… and I bear your mark.

A growl ripped through the Alpha. With one motion she pinned her harder, pressing her down against the mattress, arched under her weight. Each thrust, slow and deep, became a command.
— Say it… Omega.

June panted, her moans broken by the rhythm.
— En… Enjoy… ahhh…

— Say it, or I won’t stop, the Alpha rasped at her ear, her rough pheromones saturating the air.

— I love you… Enjoy… ohhh, I love you! she finally screamed.

The cry rang like deliverance. A guttural moan tore from the Alpha, her rut exploding again. She bit her shoulder—without marking—sealing the words.

Silence crept back, broken only by their hearts hammering in unison. June, body crushed against the mattress by her Alpha’s weight, groaned faintly:
— Stop smothering me… Alpha.

Enjoy chuckled low and, slowly, rolled her onto her side without breaking the knot still binding them. June toppled against her, back nestled to her chest, hips pressed to hers, trapped in her embrace.

Still knotted, they found a new balance, spooned together. The Alpha’s hot breath brushed her Omega’s nape, her strong arms caging her in reassurance.

Little by little, their pheromones stopped clashing and melted together, weaving a dense, soothing cocoon. Between fatigue and tenderness, June finally drifted, lulled by her Alpha’s heat, certain that no storm could ever break this bond now sealed.

The rain had stopped. Through the half-open curtains, a pale glow filtered in, sketching soft shadows over the wrinkled sheets.

June stirred faintly, still heavy with sleep. The bite pulsed against her tender throat, and the knot tugged gently, pulling a low moan from her lips.
— Mmh… Alpha… you’re holding me too tight, she mumbled, voice drowsy.

Enjoy growled in her sleep and tightened her embrace even more, burying her face in her Omega’s nape. Her pheromones no longer held any roughness; they floated in the air like a warm, protective veil.

June cracked one eye open, her gaze catching on the nightstand. The red collar lay there, abandoned, the leather scarred by teeth. A tired, ironic smile tugged at her lips.
— Look at you… you didn’t need it anymore, did you? she murmured to herself.

At last Enjoy stirred, her brown eyes fluttering in the morning light. She pressed a lazy kiss to the bite, as if to make sure it was still there.
— I marked you, she whispered, disbelieving.

— Yes, June answered, stretching out an arm. And I’m still here.

She rolled slightly in her arms, forehead to forehead. A tender silence settled, broken only by their calm breaths.

June looked up, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
— But seriously… if you keep squeezing me like that, I’ll end up flattened.

Enjoy chuckled low, ran a hand through her tangled hair, and stole a kiss from her mouth.
— Then I’ll crush you forever.

— Stupid Puppy, she groaned, before curling even closer against her anyway.

🌸 Little Puppy 🌸

Two years later, June’s mornings had changed… well, not completely.
Enjoy was still glued to her, faithful Alpha, arms locked around her waist as if nothing had shifted since that night. But now, rumpled shorts and a tank top replaced fevered nakedness, and her sleepy brown eyes rested on another vision.

In June’s arms, nestled against her chest, their tiny Omega Aolani—barely a month old—clung to her breast with peaceful hunger. Her tiny lips suckled in rhythm, producing soft wet sounds, while the warm scent of milk drifted in the air. Her miniature fingers gripped the fabric of June’s bra, as if afraid of losing her anchor.

June, her hair still clinging with sleep’s dampness, lowered her gaze. Her tired features softened with every movement of that small mouth. The bite at her throat pulsed gently, but it was no longer the burn of rut: it was a silent reminder, a distant echo now bound to the life they had created.

Enjoy’s hand—heavy, possessive even in the fog of morning—slid instinctively over her Omega’s postpartum belly, stroking the still-fragile skin as if to protect what was no longer there. She buried her face in June’s nape, breathing in her scent laced with soft sweat, milk, and tenderness.

A memory struck her then, sharp, almost painful: the day June told her she was pregnant.
She had lifted her eyes, throat tight, and simply said:
— Enjoy… I’m pregnant.

Enjoy’s heart had stopped, then restarted in a frantic pounding. She’d found no words, only a ragged breath, until June added with that sly smile only she could wear:
— And if you ever pull a stunt like that again… I’ll castrate you, Puppy.

The Alpha had laughed nervously, but deep down, tears had stung her eyes.

Now, as she watched her Omega nursing their daughter, that half-serious, half-playful threat came back with a burning tenderness.

— You’re staring at her like she might vanish, June murmured, stroking her dark hair.

— She’s ours, the Alpha breathed, rough but tender, brushing a finger over their daughter’s tiny hand. She’s… the proof.

June chuckled softly, kissing the crown of the little black head.
— Then hold us, Alpha. But not too tight this time.

Enjoy growled low, tightening her embrace anyway—just as she had two years before.
And June knew, deep down, that nothing had really changed—except they were no longer two.

Their scents—warm milk, skin, and sleep—curled together between the pillows, while Aolani sighed against the breast with a tiny wet sound. Enjoy’s heartbeat thudded against June’s back like a steady metronome.

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