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Orm had been dreading this.

Not because she didn’t want it. God, no. She wanted nothing more than to take care of Lingling, to be the Alpha she deserved, the Alpha who didn’t flinch or falter.

But this was Ling’s first heat while they were together.

And that was terrifying.

Because before, Ling had always locked herself away during those days. She hid under blankets, burned herself out with cold showers, choked down bitter teas she swore “helped a little.” She never let anyone see. Not even her closest friends.

Until that one night she’d offered herself to Orm. And Orm had said no.

She hated thinking about that time.

But now… now they’d talked about it. A little. Enough to make promises, not enough to make Orm feel prepared. Could anyone ever be prepared for this?

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It started with scent, her Omega scent to be exact.

Jasmine.

Usually sweet, playful, something that teased at the edges of Orm’s self-control. But now it was sharp, dizzying, flooding the room like smoke.

Orm knew the second Ling stepped in. One glance, flushed cheeks, restless hands tugging at her sleeves and Orm’s chest locked up.

“…It’s starting, isn’t it?” Orm asked softly.

Lingling tried to brush it off, of course. Classic Ling. “Maybe.” She shrugged, refusing to meet Orm’s eyes. “Could be stress.”

“Ling.” Orms voice cracked just saying her name.

Ling groaned, dramatic as always, and flopped onto the couch like a dying heroine. Face buried in a pillow. Legs kicking once. “Fine! Yes! Happy now, Alpha?”

Orm’s heart went wild. She knelt beside her, brushing hair from her flushed face, nearly combusting at the heat radiating off her skin.

“Do you… want me to stay?” Orm whispered. Her throat ached with the weight of it. “Or should I… give you space?”

Ling turned her head, slow, deliberate. Eyes glassy. Mouth curled into a dangerous little smirk.

“Pup,” she murmured, her voice thick and wrecked with want, “if you leave me now, I’ll kill you.”

Orm nearly choked. “O..okay. Staying. I’m staying. Definitely staying.”

Ling grinned against the pillow, smug even through the haze. “Good girl.”

Orm combusted on the spot.

-

Preparation was chaos. Actual chaos.

Orm had faced scripts with ten rewrites in a single night, producers breathing down her neck, directors screaming for miracles and none of it compared to the hell that was preparing Ling’s heat nest.

She’d triple checked the setup already: blankets stacked into a fortress, pillows piled high enough to smother an elephant, Uni safely exiled to Mae Koy’s because, according to Ling, “my child doesn’t need to witness this, Orm. She is pure.”

Orm could survive sleepless shoots, but this?

This was war: Against pillows. Against blankets.

Against one very spoiled Omega who had no mercy.

Orm stood at the foot of her bed, sweat beading at her temple, staring at what looked like a collapsed department store display. Blankets. Pillows. Lavender candles on the room (Ling’s demand). Fresh laundry folded in a corner (Ling’s demand). Every corner of the room smelling like comfort and anticipation.

And still, Ling lay sprawled in the middle of the chaos like a doll, hair messy from where she’d yanked it up, sleeves tugged loose around her wrists, legs bare. Critiquing everything.

“Too many pillows,” she announced, inspecting the setup with narrowed eyes.

Orm’s jaw dropped. “You asked for twelve! Twelve!”

Ling tilted her head, all innocence. “Well, now I want ten.” She stretched, long and slow, like a cat on display. “Obviously.”

Orm threw her hands up. “Do you hear yourself? Do you…”.

Ling hummed, utterly unfazed, pointing lazily at the far side of the bed. “And that blanket smells weird. Change it.”

Orm blinked. “Ling, that blanket is new.”

“Exactly,” Ling said sweetly. “Too new. No smell. Nothing.” Her eyes flicked up, sharp and teasing. “Unlike your mom’s blanket.”

Orm gaped. “You mean the one from her house? The one I’ve kept since college?”

Ling gave her a look that said yes, obviously, why are you still talking. “Bring it.”

Orm groaned like she was being asked to move a mountain, but she obeyed anyway, stomping to the closet and pulling the blanket out.

Ling’s entire face lit up the moment it hit the bed. She grabbed it, buried her face in it, and exhaled with a sigh so obscene Orm thought she might combust on the spot. Then Ling curled herself into the folds like a spoiled kitten, hair falling into her eyes, her little smile smug.

“Perfect,” she purred. “You’re learning.”

Orm muttered under her breath, voice breaking with disbelief, “Not even my dad was this whipped.”

Ling froze. Cracked one eye open. Her tone sharpened instantly, dangerous and low. “What was that, pup?”

Orm panicked. “N..Nothing! I said nothing!”

Ling smirked, dragging the blanket higher around her shoulders. “That’s what I thought.” Then she reached out, curling her fingers in a crook, beckoning her Alpha closer. “Now come here.”

Orm blinked. “What?”

“Come here,” Ling repeated, her voice dipping between bratty and sultry. “You think you can just run around building my nest and not climb in? Ridiculous.”

Orm’s ears burned. She rubbed the back of her neck, stammering. “Ling, we’re… I’m just.. I mean, are we done?

Ling rolled onto her side, propping her head on one hand, smirk curling her mouth. “Pup. I’m in pre heat. You think I don’t know what tonight is?”

Orm nearly choked.

Ling giggled, delighted at the sight of her Alpha combusting, and tugged the blanket open wider in invitation. “Don’t make me drag you in here myself.”

Orm’s pulse roared. Her chest heaved. Every bone in her body screamed danger and want all at once.

And still, she obeyed.

Because for all her nerves, all her restraint, she’d never once been able to say no to her Omega.

-

Orm climbed in like she was entering a mine field. Careful, very careful… One knee on the mattress, one hand braced, like the bed might collapse if she touched it wrong.

Ling immediately groaned. Loudly. “Oh my god, I know it’s your first time but It’s just a nest, not a battlefield.”

“I’m being careful!” Orm hissed, hovering awkwardly as if the pillows might detonate.

Ling sat up, yanked the front of Orm’s shirt, and dragged her down into the nest without hesitation. Orm landed hard on her back with a choked sound, pillows scattering, Ling’s hair falling over her face as she hovered above her.

“See?” Ling smirked, straddling her hips with infuriating ease. “Not so hard.”

Orm froze. Because Ling was on her. Because Ling’s thighs were bracketing her hips and her scent was everywhere, sharp jasmine flooding her lungs until she felt drunk.

“…Ling,” she croaked, voice breaking.

Ling tilted her head, feigning innocence. “What?”

“Y-You’re..” Orm couldn’t even finish.

Ling’s smirk widened. She leaned down, brushing her nose against Orm’s throat, her voice a low purr. “Warm?”

Orm’s breath hitched. “Yes.”

“Smell something you like, Pup?” she teased, dragging her lips just shy of a kiss, close enough that Orm thought she might die.

Orm gritted her teeth. “Ling…”

Her Omega laughed, the sound soft and lethal. She nipped at Orm’s jaw, tugging lightly, then whispered right against her ear: “Don’t be careful with me, pup. Not tonight.”

Orm’s entire body shuddered. She clenched her fists in the blankets, every muscle trembling with the effort of holding back.

But Ling wasn’t having it. She leaned down further, chest pressed to Orm’s, her hips rocking just the tiniest bit enough to make Orm groan.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” Ling whispered, sweet and devastating.

Orm gasped. “Always.”

Ling smiled against her skin, soft and wicked at once. “Tonight you will prove it.”

Orm’s restraint cracked.

She surged up, crashing their mouths together, desperate and reverent all at once. Ling gasped into the kiss, tangled fingers in Orm’s hair, pulling her closer.

-

By the time the city lights bled into their windows, Ling was trembling.

Her scent coated the room, jasmine turned molten, sharp and dizzying, clinging to Orm’s skin until her lungs felt too small to breathe. She paced like a caged animal, fists opening and closing, every muscle screaming with the need to protect, to claim, to take.

Ling lay sprawled against the nest, hair sticking to her damp forehead, lips parted, eyes glazed with heat and somehow, somehow, she still smirked.

“You’re trying so hard not to pounce.” Her voice was low, teasing, cruel in the way only Ling could be when Orm was already seconds from unraveling.

Orm groaned, collapsing onto the edge of the bed, burying her fists into the sheets as if they could anchor her. Her whole body shook.

“Ling…” Her throat was raw, shame scorching her tongue. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve never.. I don’t…I’ve never taken care of anyone through their heat before. You’re the first. And I’m scared.”

Her words cracked. Her chest felt like it was splitting apart.

Ling shifted, slow and deliberate, like a predator indulging prey. She crawled forward, straddling Orm’s lap with a grace that belied the fever in her veins. Her thighs pressed warm against Orm’s hips, her scent coiled around them both like smoke until Orm thought she might choke on it.

“Pup,” Ling whispered, her voice unsteady but her touch sure as she framed Orm’s face with trembling hands. Her thumbs stroked along her jaw, grounding, claiming. “You’re incredible. You always are. You’re the only Alpha I’ll ever want.”

Orm’s breath hitched, eyes burning. “Ling..”

“Listen to me,” Ling pressed, leaning closer, her lips brushing Orm’s cheek, her nose grazing her ear. Her voice cracked, pleading and commanding all at once. “Anything that happens tonight, remember this: I want you. Always. Not just now. But right now…” Her breath shuddered, breaking against Orm’s skin. “…I need you.”

Orm’s restraint snapped like glass.

“Ling…” Her name was a prayer, a warning, a confession.

Ling’s mouth ghosted against her ear, and when she spoke, it was low, trembling, irrevocable.

“Mark me.”

One second Orm was trembling, barely holding on, the next she was surging forward, crashing her mouth against Ling’s like she’d been starving for years. The kiss was wild, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, Lingling gasping against her lips as if she couldn’t breathe without her.

Orm’s hands wouldn’t stay still, yanking Ling closer, sliding down her spine, gripping her hips so hard she knew she’d leave bruises. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.

The sound that ripped from Orm’s throat when Lingling moaned into her was more animal than human. She needed skin. She needed her.

Her hands tore at Ling’s shirt, desperate, impatient. The thin fabric slipped, caught, and Orm cursed, ripping it over her head in one savage pull. Ling gasped, eyes wide, lips swollen, chest rising and falling, beautiful and bare.

“Orm..” she breathed, but it wasn’t protest. It was plea.

Orm growled, fumbling at her own clothes now, yanking her hoodie over her head, shoving her sweats down. She didn’t care where they landed, didn’t care about anything but stripping away every barrier until there was nothing left between them but heat and skin.

By the time she pushed Ling back into the nest, they were both naked, breathless, tangled.

Her lips wrapped around the soft curve of Ling’s breast, tongue circling, sucking until Ling arched back with a broken moan, her hands fisting helplessly in Orm’s hair.

“Orm.. “she cried, voice high, desperate. “More.. please….”

Jasmine, sharp and sweet, thick in the air.

Her mouth moved down, hungry and unrelenting, lips dragging across every inch of Ling’s trembling skin like she was memorizing her with teeth and tongue. This wasn’t gentle, Orm consuming her like she’d die if she didn’t.

Ling’s thighs spread instinctively under her grip, and Orm growled low in her chest, holding her wide, pinning her down with Alpha strength that left no room to escape. She didn’t just want Ling’s sounds, she demanded them. And when Ling bit her lip, stifling a moan, Orm tore her mouth from her skin long enough to snarl, voice wrecked: “Don’t you dare hold back from me.”

Then she was gone again, lower, lower, until her mouth crashed between Ling’s thighs.

The first taste wrecked her. Heat flooded her mouth, slick coating her tongue, jasmine so sharp it made her dizzy. Orm groaned into it, obscene and feral, tongue plunging deep, sucking, lapping like she couldn’t get enough. Like she’d drown in it and thank her for it.

Lingling cried out, back arching, hands fisting in Orm’s hair so tight it hurt. Orm only pressed harder, pinning her hips down when they tried to jerk away, fucking her with her mouth until her Omega was gasping brokenly, every sound carved straight into her bones.

“Orm… please…” Ling sobbed, thighs trembling, but Orm didn’t stop. She couldn’t. She had Ling spread open, helpless, her scent flooding the air, and she was hers.

The desperation clawed at her chest. She licked harder, sucked deeper, teeth scraping just enough to make Ling shatter apart, crying her name, thighs squeezing helplessly around her head.

Orm pulled back only when Ling was shaking, glassy eyed, lips swollen from biting them raw, her whole body trembling in the wreckage of release.

And Orm stared at her, flushed, rwith her mouth still wet from her, chest heaving, every muscle tight with the impossible need to claim.

Her voice was a rasp, desperate, breaking.

“Mine.”

-

Orm rose from between her thighs like something feral dragged back to the surface, mouth slick, chest heaving, every inch of her trembling with restraint that snapped thread by thread.

She caught Ling’s lips again, crushing, desperate, forcing her to taste herself on her Alpha’s tongue. It was messy, obscene, sweet and salt tangled together. Lingling whimpered into it, clinging like she’d break apart without Orm holding her together.

Her jasmine was everywhere now, flooding the room, thick and dizzying. But underneath it, Orm’s scent bloomed stronger, sweeter, decadent. Sticky mango rice, rich and heady, coating Ling’s tongue every time she breathed against her. It wrapped around her, tangled with her own heat until she couldn’t tell where she ended and Orm began.

Ling broke the kiss with a trembling gasp, her lips red, wet, swollen. She pressed her face into Orm’s throat, teeth grazing skin. Her voice was raw, wrecked, trembling: “Now. Mark me.”

Orm froze.

Her vision blurred, her chest a cage barely holding back the chaos inside. Need. Love. Hunger so sharp it felt like it might swallow her whole. She pressed her forehead to Ling’s, lips brushing her temple, her voice breaking into a low growl that was both vow and surrender: “Yours.”

And then she bit.

Her teeth sank into soft skin, and jasmine shattered. The scent exploded, sharper, richer it tangled with sticky mango rice, fusing, becoming something new. Orm shook against her, biting deeper, claiming her, branding her, her Omega, her everything.

Ling gasped, but instead of pushing her away, her fingers curled into Orm’s hair, yanking her closer. She was trembling, broken and certain all at once, whispering like a prayer, “Again.”

Orm pulled back, dazed, lips stained with Ling, but Ling wouldn’t let her go.

“Again,” Ling said, voice shaking into a whimper. “Kiss me again. Touch me again. Don’t stop.”

Orm’s breath caught, her whole body trembling like she was standing at the edge of something she couldn’t come back from.

“Ling…”

But Ling’s eyes burned, glassy and pleading, her smile crooked, desperate. “I said again.”

And Orm, with her Omega’s taste still on her tongue, her scent now permanently tangled with hers, obeyed.

Her mouth slid back down, greedy for every inch, kissing Ling’s throat, her collarbone, until she found her breasts again. She sucked at the swollen peaks, tugging with her tongue until Ling’s back arched, a strangled cry breaking from her lips.

Orm’s hand slid lower and the moment her fingers slipped between Ling’s thighs she froze. Heat. Wetness. Not just damp but soaked, slick pouring out of her like her body had been waiting all its life for this.

God,” Orm choked, her voice cracking into a growl. “You’re.. fuck.. you’re still dripping.”

Ling’s laugh was broken, delirious, her head tossing back into the pillows. “All for you, pup. Always for you. So stop talking and..”

Her words cut off in a sharp cry as Orm shoved her fingers inside, not timid this time but deep, claiming, curling until Ling’s body bowed clean off the bed. Orm’s forehead dropped against her chest, her breath hot and frantic against soft skin as she thrust her hand, slow but grinding, reverent even in her desperation.

“Perfect,” she gasped against her, kissing across the swell of her breast, biting at the tender skin. “You feel…fuck, Ling, you’re perfect. How are you this perfect?”

Ling clung to her, nails dragging down her shoulders, every nerve lit on fire, riding every push of Orm’s fingers, every scrape of her teeth. “Alpha,” she panted, broken, shameless. “Alpha, I… need…”

Orm groaned like she’d been stabbed, dragging her fingers out, slick coating her skin, glistening under the dim light. Her hands shook as she grabbed herself, guided her cock forward, pressing in inch by inch until she was buried, until Ling’s body opened around her with a sharp gasp, her lips parting on the sweetest, filthiest sound Orm had ever heard.

Orm’s mind shattered.

The world narrowed down to this: Ling’s voice crying her name like prayer, like worship.

Orm moved. Deep. Grinding. Hungry. She fucked her like she was starving, kissing her through every gasp, swallowing every whimper. Ling’s thighs locked around her waist, her nails raked bloody across Orm’s back, pulling her closer, closer, closer.

“Pup,” Ling begged, eyes glassy, delirious. “Don’t stop.. please don’t stop..”

Orm’s teeth scraped her jaw, her throat, her mark, her voice wrecked and low as she growled, “Never. You hear me? Never stopping. You’re mine. Mine.”

Ling shattered, her body spasming around her, moaning helplessly against her mouth, and Orm felt herself unravel too. The knot surged, swelling, demanding release.

Her teeth grazed over Ling’s mark, her whole body trembling as she pounded harder, rougher. “Ling, fuck.. I ..”

Ling sobbed, her nails digging deep into her Alpha’s back, her voice breaking wide open. “Do it, please, Alpha, knot me, knot me now..”

Orm snarled, burying herself to the hilt, her teeth sinking deep against her mark again. The knot locked them tight and Orm groaned against Ling’s throat, her body shaking with the force of it, her mind obliterated by the sheer need to stay inside her, fill her, never let go.

And still Ling clutched her, pulling her down, her lips brushing Orm’s ear, voice hoarse but sharp. “More.”

Orm’s vision blurred. She didn’t even know if she could breathe. But she moved anyway, slow, grinding, desperate, because hunger wasn’t just need anymore. Hunger was Ling.

Orm thought she’d be done. That the knot swelling between them would force stillness, give them both relief.

But the moment she felt how tight Ling was clamped around her, wet, hot, clinging, something inside her broke.

She moved.

Slow at first, testing, but Ling’s strangled cry only spurred her on, and suddenly Orm was grinding, thrusting through the knot like she could fuse them together, like she could crawl inside her and never leave.

“Orm, ahhh .. fuck..” Ling sobbed, clutching at her shoulders, her nails carving red lines into her skin. “Alpha.. Alpha…”

Orm’s voice was unrecognizable, guttural. “So good for me, baby. So fucking good. Taking all of me. Taking everything. You’re mine…you’re mine.”

Her hips snapped harder, desperate, animal, every thrust pulling a scream from Ling’s throat. Sweat slicked their bodies, jasmine and mango rice clinging so thick it felt like drowning in them both.

“Too much,” Ling whined, her voice breaking as her legs locked tight around Orm’s waist. “Alpha..I can’t…”

Orm slammed deeper, biting down her shoulder, growling against her skin. “You can. You will. You’re mine, Ling. I’ll fuck you through every wave, don’t you dare let go of me.”

Ling cried out, her body convulsing, slick spilling over Orm’s thighs. She was shaking, wrecked, but she didn’t push Orm away. She pulled her closer. Closer.

“Orm,” she gasped, her voice sharp through the haze. “Orm, look at me.”

Orm’s eyes snapped up, glazed, wild.

And then Ling did the only thing she could, she dragged Orm’s head down and bit. Hard. Possessive. Her teeth sank into Orm’s skin, an Omega’s mark carved over her pulse, sharp enough to sting, sure enough to claim.

Orm’s entire body convulsed. Her knot swelled painfully, locking them even tighter, her hips jerking helplessly as a raw, broken growl tore from her chest.

“Fuck..Lingling”

Ling’s voice was ruined, wrecked, but it cut through the frenzy like a blade. “You’re mine, Orm. My Alpha. My mate. Mine.”

Orm gasped, her forehead collapsing against Ling’s, her movements slowing, finally tethered. She kissed her, sloppy, desperate, almost sobbing into her mouth.

“Yours,” she swore, trembling, trembling, trembling. “Always yours. Only yours.”

Ling smiled through the tears, her arms winding around her Alpha, pulling her down until their bodies molded together, sweat and heat and bond burning between them.

And at last, Orm stilled, still inside her, still knotted, still marked.

—

They hadn’t planned to sleep, not really. But exhaustion dragged them under, tangled and knotted, still humming from the night before.

It didn’t last.

By dawn, Ling was restless, the first whimper clawing out of her throat before she even opened her eyes. Her body burned, slick already dripping down her thighs, the ache sharper, hungrier than before.

Orm jolted awake the moment she scented it. Jasmine, but darker now, molten, edged with desperation. It hit her like a punch to the chest, her rut slamming into full bloom, instincts tearing control straight from her hands.

“Orm..” Ling gasped, clutching her arm, trembling. “It’s worse… I can’t, please, I need you”.

That was all it took.

Orm didn’t think, didn’t breathe. She dragged Ling onto all fours, chest tight with hunger, rut roaring so loud it drowned reason.

Ling’s cheek pressed into the pillow, her back arching, hips tilting up shamelessly, presenting. Slick clung to her thighs, dripping down, the sight alone making Orm’s vision go white.

“Fuck,” Orm growled, voice wrecked, feral. Her hands gripped Ling’s hips hard, pulling her back, lining herself up. “Look at you. Dripping for me. My perfect Omega.”

And then she was inside, fast, deep, burying herself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

Ling screamed. Her arms gave out, collapsing into the sheets, her nails tearing the fabric. “Orm, ahhh.. Alpha.. Alpha.”

Orm snarled, rut twisting her gut, thrusting again, harder, harder, until the sound of skin meeting skin cracked through the room, slick splattering with every snap of her hips.

Ling’s body bowed, back arched, thighs shaking as she took it all. She was crying now, not from pain, but from the unbearable, desperate pleasure. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, more…”

Orm bent over her, chest flush to her back, her teeth grazing the raw bite mark already etched into Ling’s neck. Her voice was guttural, barely human. “Mine. You hear me? Fucking mine.”

Every thrust was punishing, a claim, a brand. Her hands slid from Ling’s hips up to her shoulders, shoving her deeper into the mattress, rut demanding she make sure Ling never forgot who she belonged to.

Ling’s voice broke, screaming, sobbing, begging all at once. “Alpha, pup .. yes, yes.. more.. harder Orm.. fuck me ..”

Orm’s knot swelled, thickening, forcing her deeper, stretching Ling wide. She groaned into her Omega’s skin, half-mad with the way she pulsed around her. “You’ll break me, baby. You’ll fucking break me.”

Ling only moaned, clenching down tighter, pushing back against every brutal thrust. “Then let me. Let me ruin you.”

Orm growled, low and shattered, and slammed in once more, their bodies locking, the knot catching, sealing them together.

Ling screamed her name, scent exploding so thick Orm’s lungs burned with it.

Orm clung to her, hips jerking helplessly, fucking her through the lock, kissing the sweat on her back, her shoulders, whispering against her skin like a vow.

“My Omega. My mate. My forever. Always mine.”

And Ling broke completely, trembling and sobbing beneath her Alpha, scent spilling like wildfire, branding the room, branding Orm, binding them until nothing else existed but this.

—

The room smelled like them. The deep, heady mix of Omega and Alpha knotted together, raw, permanent, inescapable.

Orm should have moved. She should have untangled them, cleaned Ling up, gotten her water, anything a proper Alpha was supposed to do.

But she couldn’t.

Her knot was still lodged inside Ling, their bodies pressed flush, their skin damp with sweat and slick. Ling was trembling in her arms, hair plastered to her cheek, eyes half-lidded and shining.

“Ling…” Orm whispered, voice hoarse. “I should—”

“No,” Ling cut her off instantly.

Orm blinked. “No?”

Ling shifted deliberately, squeezing around her knot, making Orm choke on a groan. “You’re not moving. You’re staying right here.”

Orm swallowed hard. “You’re.. you’re a menace.”

“And you’re mine.” Ling smirked, smug even in exhaustion, even with her body wrecked from heat. “So don’t you dare think of pulling out.”

Orm tried to protest, tried to be rational. “You need water, food, a shower..”.

“I need you,” Ling interrupted, softer now. Her lips brushed Orm’s jaw, sticky with sweat but still unbearably sweet. “I want to feel you inside me. As long as I can. Don’t take that away.”

Orm’s chest cracked open at the plea.

She buried her face against Ling’s neck, kissing her there, too gentle for what they’d just done. “You’ll kill me, Ling.”

Ling laughed weakly, threading their fingers together, tugging Orm’s hand to rest against her stomach. “You’re dramatic. You’ll live.”

Orm huffed, but she didn’t move. Couldn’t. Because Ling was holding her there, wrapped around her knot like it was the only thing keeping her grounded, whispering half coherent words about love and forever against her skin.

And Orm, hopeless, ruined Alpha that she was, stayed. Stayed until her pulse slowed, until Ling’s breathing evened, until sleep tugged them both under.

Because maybe she was supposed to clean her up, maybe she was supposed to untangle them.

But the truth was simple. Orm didn’t want to let go either.

-

The kitchen smelled like broth and toasted rice or it should have, if jasmine and sticky mango rice hadn’t completely drowned it out.

Orm was trying. Genuinely trying. She stood at the stove in sweatpants, hair tied back, wooden spoon in hand, muttering to herself about electrolytes and protein. A good Alpha takes care of her Omega, she reminded herself. A good Alpha makes food, makes the nest safe, makes sure she’s strong enough to….

Her thought shattered when arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

“Ling,” Orm groaned, grip tightening on the spoon. “I told you…”

“I’m hungry,” Ling whined against her back.

“I’m literally cooking,” Orm said through gritted teeth.

Ling’s lips brushed her shoulder. “Not for food.”

Orm almost dropped the pan. “Ling..”

But Ling was already sliding between her and the counter, climbing onto the edge of it with feline ease. Her shirt slipped off one shoulder, her thighs parting as she hooked her ankles behind Orm’s hips.

“Table’s empty,” she said, eyes glinting. “Uni’s not here. No one to bark. No one to interrupt.”

Orm’s pulse slammed in her ears. “We can’t..”

“Why not?” Ling tilted her head, smirk widening. “Scared the neighbors will see your perfect Omega getting fucked on the table?”

Orm choked. “Ling!!”

“I’d like it,” Ling purred, tugging Orm closer by the waistband of her sweats. “I’d like them to know who I belong to.”

That broke her.

The spoon clattered uselessly to the floor as Orm surged forward, kissing her hard enough to knock the breath out of them both.

Ling gasped into her mouth, arching when Orm lifted her effortlessly onto the table, bowls and utensils scattering to the floor. “Orm!”

“Mine,” Orm growled against her throat, teeth scraping where she’d already claimed her. “Always mine.”

Ling laughed breathlessly, wrapping her legs tight around her waist. “Then show me. Against the windows, against the table, I don’t care. Just don’t stop.”

And Orm didn’t.

The broth burned, the rice went cold, the city lights glittered outside the high rise windows but none of it mattered.

Because in that moment, Orm’s world was only Ling, needy and perfect in her arms, moaning her name loud enough to shake the walls.

Their table was already marked by the sound of Ling crying out, when Orm pulled back suddenly.

Ling panted, flushed, hair sticking to her damp neck. “Why’d you stop?”

Orm’s eyes were dark, unreadable, voice low enough to make Ling shiver. “Because you think you can tease me. Because you think you can climb onto my counter and boss me around, Omega.”

Ling blinked, smirk curling despite her trembling thighs. “Maybe I can.”

That was the last straw.

Orm hauled her off the table, ignoring Ling’s startled squeak, carrying her toward the massive windows overlooking the glittering Bangkok skyline.

“Orm..” Ling gasped, clinging to her shoulders as she realized. “No. No way. Not here..”

“Yes,” Orm cut her off, pressing her hard against the cold glass. The city stretched endlessly below, headlights like rivers of light, skyscrapers like watchtowers. “You wanted everyone to know who you belong to? Then let them. Even if they can’t see, they’ll feel it.”

Ling whimpered, her new scent flooding the air. “Alpha…”

Orm’s hand slid up her thigh, firm, claiming. “Turn around.”

Ling obeyed, breathless, palms pressing to the window as Orm’s chest pinned her from behind. Their reflection burned faintly in the glass, Ling trembling, Orm steady, her teeth bared in something between hunger and pride.

“This is your punishment,” Orm murmured, lips brushing her ear. “Not because you’re bad, but because you’re mine. And was mine doesn’t get to forget who’s in charge.”

Ling moaned, arching back into her. “Then… punish me.”

Orm growled, yanking at Ling’s clothes like they were an insult, like they had no right to be between them. Her shirt was shoved up over her chest, bunched under her arms, her bra hanging loose where Orm had already torn at the straps. Her pants were tangled at her ankles, useless, trapping her wide open for her Alpha.

And still, Orm drove into her, every thrust sharp enough to rattle the glass, to make the high-rise windows sing with the force of it.

Ling gasped, half moan, half laugh, her body trembling as the cold pane pressed against her flushed skin. “Orm..”

Orm’s teeth scraped her shoulder, lips catching every broken sound and Ling’s cries echoed against the glass, muffled by the city’s vastness but sharp enough to set Orm on fire.

“Say it,” Orm demanded, voice hoarse. “Say who you belong to.”

Ling’s nails scraped the glass, her body shaking. “You! Orm… Alpha… I’m yours… always will”

Orm’s hands gripped her tighter, one splayed over her stomach to feel every shiver, the other locking her in place at the hip. She couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, the scent, the sound, the sheer wetness of Ling pulling every last shred of sanity out of her.

This wasn’t just heat and rut colliding. This was their bond, raw and undeniable, written into the way Orm took her Omega against the window with the city sprawling endlessly beneath them.

And still, Orm whispered it between kisses, between thrusts, between the groans tearing out of her chest: “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

Orm slammed Ling harder into the glass, the vibration of it rattling under the force of her rut. Every thrust was rougher, more desperate, her Alpha instincts shredding the careful restraint she always tried to hold.

Ling was gasping, voice high and broken, her palms spread uselessly against the window. Her body arched beautifully, back bowed, thighs trembling as Orm drove into her again and again. The city glittered outside, but all Orm saw was the way her Omega was falling apart on her knot.

Ling cried out, the sound raw and wrecked. “Orm, please.. Alpha..”

That plea snapped what little control Orm had left. Her voice came out as a growl, ragged with possession. “You want your Alpha? You want me to ruin you, Omega?”

Ling nodded frantically, head pressed against the glass. “Yes.. yes, please. I need it”.

Orm gripped her hips so hard she knew Ling would feel her fingerprints later. She pulled almost all the way out, just to slam back in so deep Ling’s knees nearly buckled. Over and over, faster, deeper, until the wet, slick sound of it filled the apartment, until Ling was sobbing her name.

Her teeth scraped Ling’s nape, again and again, threatening, promising. Her rut was a wildfire, unstoppable, every nerve screaming to claim, knot, own.

Orm lost herself completely. She snarled, biting down at last, her teeth sinking into Ling’s soft skin just as she drove deep, knot swelling, locking them together.

Ling shattered against the glass, her scream muffled into the night as her body clenched desperately around Orm.

Orm held her there, hips flush, mouth latched to her mark, rut and love and possessiveness colliding until she didn’t know where one ended and the other began.

-

Orm lay sprawled on her back, wrecked, her body humming with soreness in places she didn’t know could ache. Sweat still clung to her skin, her throat raw from growling, but she didn’t care. Because sprawled on top of her, heavy and warm and utterly spent, was Ling.

Ling looked like sin and salvation both, hair damp and tangled, lips swollen, skin flushed from three days of being fucked into oblivion. Her thigh was slung over Orm’s hip, claiming, like she couldn’t stand the thought of even an inch of space between them.

Orm’s knot was still lodged deep, swollen and slow to ease, keeping them tethered even in the after. She stroked Ling’s back absently, fingertips sliding over damp skin, every touch instinct, worship.

“Alpha…” Ling’s voice was wrecked, hoarse, barely above a whisper.

Orm hummed, pressing her mouth to Ling’s hairline. “Mm?”

Ling shifted, nuzzling into her chest, lips brushing against Orm’s collarbone. “Hungry.”

Orm barked a laugh, rough, unsteady, kissing the top of her head anyway. “Hungry? Baby, you’ve eaten enough in the last three days to put Uni into a coma.”

Ling didn’t even open her eyes. She just pouted, lazy and smug. “Still hungry.”

Orm groaned, Alpha pride in ruins, kissing her temple like she couldn’t help herself. “Alright. I’ll make you something.”

But before she could even move, Ling’s nails dragged lightly down her stomach, possessive, a sharp little whine curling from her throat. “No. Don’t leave me. Order something. Feed me here.”

“God,” Orm muttered, both exasperated and gone, hopelessly gone. “You’re spoiled.”

Ling cracked one eye open, slow, devastating, her smile curling like victory. “You spoiled me.”

And Orm, Alpha, actress, the one who never thought could be this happy, folded instantly. Her chest squeezed so tight it hurt, and she kissed Lingling again, slow and reverent, letting her taste the ruin she’d made of her.

Ling sighed into her mouth, like she’d just been given exactly what she wanted. When she broke away, her voice dropped softer, trembling. “Don’t stop.”

Orm’s brow furrowed, her thumb brushing her cheek. “Don’t stop what?”

“Everything.” Ling’s lashes fluttered, her voice fragile but steady. “Feeding me. Carrying me to the bath. Holding me after. Giving me all of you.” Her breath hitched, barely there. “Don’t stop being mine.”

Orm rolled them easily, pinning Ling into the mattress with the weight of her body, their knot still binding them, her mouth crashing against Ling’s in a kiss that tasted like a promise. She broke away just long enough to rasp, low and raw, against her lips:

“I couldn’t stop if I tried.”

Ling smiled, small and sleepy, and for once, let herself surrender completely, drifting off in the safety of her Alpha’s arms.

Orm didn’t follow. She stayed awake, watching every breath Ling took, stroking her hair like she’d fall apart if she let go. Three days locked away and Orm knew: she could live like this forever.

The cameras, the scripts, the world could wait.

Because here, in this messy bed with her Omega marked, knotted, and curled against her chest, Orm already had everything.

-

It felt surreal, stepping outside.

Three days sealed away, drowning in scent and sweat and sheets, had warped time until nothing else mattered. Morning, night, meals, the city beyond their glass, all irrelevant. The world had shrunk to jasmine and sticky rice, moans muffled in pillows, knots that refused to ease.

And now? Now there was blinding sunlight, traffic, the hum of Bangkok alive and loud around them.

Orm thought she’d hate it. Thought she’d fidget, cover the bruises dark on Ling’s throat, pray no one noticed the feral edge still clinging to their scents. But then Ling slid her hand into hers, simple, shameless and leaned against her shoulder in the elevator like she’d always belonged there.

And suddenly Orm wanted the whole city to notice.

Let them smell it. Let them stare. Let every Alpha choke on the cedar and jasmine rolling off her.

Because this was hers. Her Omega. Her mate.

Mae Koy didn’t even let them knock.

“Finally!” she hollered the second the door cracked open, Uni already wriggling in her arms like a live firecracker. “Do you know how many days I’ve had to babysit this spoiled brat? She keep crying at night to sleep in bed!”

Uni barked, indignant, then launched herself straight out of Mae Koy’s hold and into Ling’s arms.

Ling crouched without hesitation, scooping her up, peppering kisses all over her tiny head. “My baby! Did you miss me?”

Orm blinked. “Your baby?”

Mae Koy’s smirk was devastating. “Told you. She’s Ling’s dog now.”

“Unbelievable,” Orm groaned, dragging a hand over her face.

Lingling just beamed, standing with Uni perched on her hip like she’d been born for it, her free hand still woven tight with Orm’s.

And of course Mae Koy noticed. Of course.

Her sharp eyes flicked to their joined hands, lingered on the raw mark blazing at Ling’s throat. For a split second, her teasing softened something warm, proud, almost reverent.

“Well,” she said finally, voice light but carrying weight. “About damn time.”

“Mom…” Orm choked, heat flaring up her neck.

But Lingling? Ling only smiled, smug and glowing, pressing herself tighter into her Alpha’s side. She tilted her chin, baring the mark with zero shame.

“She did well, didn’t she?” she purred.

Mae Koy’s laugh exploded out of her, sharp and loud enough the neighbors probably caught it. “Oh, she more than did well.”

Orm wanted the ground to open up. Ling just kissed Uni’s head again, radiant, and Orm realized, maybe for the first time, that her Omega was never going to let her forget it.

-

On the drive back, Uni was curled in Ling’s lap like she’d never left her, tail twitching in sleep. Ling’s fingers stroked absently over her fur, the other hand caught tight in Orm’s on the console, Orm’s grip iron, unyielding, like if she let go even for a second the world might try to take her Omega away.

The glass reflected them back in fragments. Ling, flushed and glowing, hair mussed from days of Orm’s hands, the mark at her throat a deep, raw brand. She looked sleepy, yes, but satisfied in a way that made Orm’s chest swell until it ached.

Her Omega. Her mate.

The pride of it almost strangled her.

“Orm?” Ling’s voice was soft, curling like smoke as she tipped her head against her Alpha’s shoulder.

“Mm?”

Her words wavered, shy, but her scent was steady, heady jasmine that coated every inch of the car, staking claim without apology. “Thank you… for choosing me. For claiming me.”

Orm swallowed hard, throat burning, heart feral in her chest. She lifted their joined hands, pressed Ling’s knuckles to her lips and kissed them like worship.

“I didn’t choose you,” Orm rasped, voice wrecked with truth. “We choose each other.”

Ling sighed, melting against her, Uni snoring softly in her lap.

Orm stared at their reflection again, her own mark bitten raw by Ling’s teeth, her Omega glowing beside her like she was meant to sit nowhere else but here.

Let the world see. Let them stare. Let them smell ocean air, jasmine and sticky rice clinging like fire to their skin.

For the first time in her life, Orm wasn’t just proud of being the Alpha who had claimed.

She was proud of being claimed back.