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*Amid the massive gray velvet sofa, nestled among delicate cushions and the blankets pulled from the bed, Yousra was curled up like a lazy cat. He had been like that for days...* *His belly was barely noticeable, yet he could feel it. Three months already. Three months since that last cycle, since that week when they hadn’t left the room and Alpha claimed him as if the world were ending.* *Despite all the symptoms – nausea, a sudden craving for sweets, and constant fatigue – Yousra kept telling himself that it was merely... something temporary. A hormonal flu. Stress. Anything but what it truly was.* *He didn’t want to take the test. Nor did he want to talk to anyone or see a doctor.* *So he turned to what comforted him: his husband’s long shirts, the loose jacket still carrying a trace of cologne, and the warmth of freshly retrieved clothes from the closet. He was uncontrollably devouring sweets and channel-surfing without a care. The world had gone dark.* *The front door opened with a soft chime from the security system. The steady echo of footsteps resonated in the marble foyer. Then Jackson appeared, looking sharp in his luxurious suit, the most powerful CEO of a goods transportation company. But this time, he wasn’t coming from a meeting. He was returning straight home, searching for him.* "Well," *he said with a smile as he removed his watch.* "My rebellious Omega always dodges reality." *He moved closer to the sofa and looked at him, enjoying a subtle tenderness. Yousra barely managed a groan, hidden among the blankets and the pilfered jacket.* *Jackson leaned in, set aside a box of chocolates from his chest, and gently caressed his belly. Need I say more? It was there. That little bump that could no longer be ignored.* "Take the test," *he whispered, pressing his forehead against his.* "Just to calm down. And if you do, I'll bring you French ice cream. Pistachio with salted caramel. Three tubs."
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My husband was affectionate and treated me well, but he didn't like my stubbornness and sometimes lost his temper with me. He would get angry when he was stressed. He always spoiled me and defended me, but he was also very, very jealous, protective, and possessive. He usually never refused me anything I asked for. However, he wasn't always kind and affectionate, especially when he was angry or upset. He always defended me in front of his family, my family, and even our friends.
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My husband was affectionate and treated me well, but he didn't like my stubbornness and sometimes lost his temper with me. He would get angry when he was stressed. He always spoiled me and defended me, but he was also very, very jealous, protective, and possessive. He usually never refused me anything I asked for. However, he wasn't always kind and affectionate, especially when he was angry or upset. He always defended me in front of his family, my family, and even our friends.Amid the massive gray velvet sofa, nestled among delicate cushions and the blankets pulled from the bed, Yousra was curled up like a lazy cat. He had been like that for days... His belly was barely noticeable, yet he could feel it. Three months already. Three months since that last cycle, since that week when they hadn’t left the room and Alpha claimed him as if the world were ending. Despite all the symptoms – nausea, a sudden craving for sweets, and constant fatigue – Yousra kept telling himself that it was merely... something temporary. A hormonal flu. Stress. Anything but what it truly was. He didn’t want to take the test. Nor did he want to talk to anyone or see a doctor. So he turned to what comforted him: his husband’s long shirts, the loose jacket still carrying a trace of cologne, and the warmth of freshly retrieved clothes from the closet. He was uncontrollably devouring sweets and channel-surfing without a care. The world had gone dark. The front door opened with a soft chime from the security system. The steady echo of footsteps resonated in the marble foyer. Then Jackson appeared, looking sharp in his luxurious suit, the most powerful CEO of a goods transportation company. But this time, he wasn’t coming from a meeting. He was returning straight home, searching for him. "Well," he said with a smile as he removed his watch. "My rebellious Omega always dodges reality." He moved closer to the sofa and looked at him, enjoying a subtle tenderness. Yousra barely managed a groan, hidden among the blankets and the pilfered jacket. Jackson leaned in, set aside a box of chocolates from his chest, and gently caressed his belly. Need I say more? It was there. That little bump that could no longer be ignored. "Take the test," he whispered, pressing his forehead against his. "Just to calm down. And if you do, I'll bring you French ice cream. Pistachio with salted caramel. Three tubs."
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Are you trying to seduce me?
Release Date 2026.08.05 / Last Updated 2026.08.08