His Omega

Is It Really The Alpha King Making My Breakfast?

Livia POV

I woke up with a headache that felt like a drum pounding in my skull. I groaned, stretching in bed, my legs tangled in the sheets. Sunlight slipped through the blinds, and I was almost giving in to the temptation to bury myself back under the pillow when a gentle, slightly husky male voice cut through the silence. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

I nearly jumped out of bed. My eyes widened, and for a second, my mind went blank. A man was sitting on the edge of my bed, a playful smile on his lips. He was gorgeous—dark, messy hair, eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and warmth, and an air that seemed to fill the entire room. But who was he? Then, like a punch to the gut, the memories of the previous night flooded back: Ezrah’s betrayal, the bar, the whiskey, the guys harassing me… and him. The guy who defended me, who brought me home. My God.

“Y-you’re here…” I stammered, sitting up so fast the room spun a little. My heart raced. Had he slept here? With me? My head throbbed, but flashes of the night started to surface, and none of them were exactly… innocent.

He tilted his head, his smile widening, almost mischievous. “Yup, I’m here. You didn’t exactly let me leave, you know?” His voice was light, like he was enjoying my confusion. “You begged me to stay so much… well, after, uh, certain events.” He raised an eyebrow, and heat rushed to my face so fast I felt my cheeks burn.

“Events?” I repeated, my voice coming out higher than usual. Then, like an avalanche, I remembered. We… My God, I had slept with him. Fragmented images of the night before flashed through my mind—me, drunk, laughing loudly, throwing my arms around him, saying things that now made me want to dig a hole and hide. I had been shameless. “Oh, no,” I mumbled, covering my face with my hands.

He laughed, a deep, warm sound that, despite my embarrassment, was oddly comforting. “Relax, Livia. It was a… memorable night.” He stood, stretching his arms like he was perfectly at ease in my bedroom. “I made breakfast, by the way. Sorry for raiding your kitchen, but I figured you’d need something strong after last night. I’ll be waiting in the living room, okay?”

Before I could respond, he walked out, leaving me alone with my humiliation. I grabbed the pillow, shoved my face into it, and let out a muffled scream. “What an i***t, Livia!” I muttered to myself. How had I done this? After Ezrah’s betrayal, I just went out, got wasted, and ended up in bed with the first guy who showed up? That wasn’t me. I’d never been like that. But the memory of him—how he looked at me in the bar, how he protected me from those guys—didn’t feel entirely… wrong.

I took a deep breath, trying to pull myself together. I got up, splashed cold water on my face, and threw on sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. My dark burgundy hair was a mess, but I didn’t have the energy to deal with it now. When I walked into the living room, the smell of fresh coffee and toast hit me, and there he was, setting the table in my tiny kitchen with a casual ease that threw me off. He’d made a feast: scrambled eggs, toast, crispy bacon, and a pitcher of orange juice. My stomach growled, betraying my embarrassment.

“Sit down,” he said, pointing to a chair with a smile. “Hope you like it. I’m no chef, but I get by.” He seemed so at ease, like cooking in a stranger’s house was the most normal thing in the world.

I sat, still a bit dazed, and mumbled a “Thanks.” I grabbed a piece of toast, trying not to stare at him too much. He was even more handsome in the daylight, wearing a black T-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and jeans that looked tailor-made. “Your apartment’s cool,” he commented, looking around. “Small, but… stylish. It suits you.”

I gave a shy smile, feeling my face heat up again. “Thanks. And, um, the food’s great.” I bit into the toast, and the buttery taste made me sigh. “You’re a good cook.”

“I love cooking in my spare time,” he said, pouring coffee for both of us. “It’s kind of therapeutic, you know? Clears your head while you’re chopping onions.” He laughed, and the sound was so genuine that I found myself laughing too, despite myself.

“Sorry about last night,” I said, staring at my plate. “I… don’t usually do that. Get blackout drunk, spill my life to strangers, and… well, the rest.” My voice faltered on that last part, and I shoved a piece of bacon in my mouth to avoid saying more nonsense.

He tilted his head, his eyes glinting with something like understanding. “No need to apologize, Livia. You were going through a rough time. And, well, you kind of spilled everything about Ezrah last night.” He gave a small chuckle. “Not that I’m complaining. It was… interesting.”

I groaned, covering my face with one hand. “I told you about Ezrah? God, that’s embarrassing.” I let out an awkward laugh, feeling like a complete fool. “I swear I’m not like that. Alcohol loosens my tongue, and I get… silly.”

He laughed again, but it wasn’t cruel. It was warm, like he genuinely enjoyed my clumsy side. “You know, I liked your silly, innocent vibe. It’s cute.” He took a sip of coffee, watching me over the rim of his mug. “You’re different, Livia. In a good way.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I didn’t know what to say. He called me by my name with such ease, like we’d known each other for years. Then it hit me: I had no idea what his name was. We must have introduced ourselves last night, but my memory was a mess. “Um, I… I don’t think I remember your name,” I admitted, shrugging with an embarrassed smile.

He grinned, a wide, charming smile that made my stomach flip. “No problem. I’m Cassian Vaughn.” He extended his hand, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I froze. Cassian Vaughn. There was only one Cassian Vaughn in this city. One Cassian Vaughn who was a werewolf. My heart raced, and a shiver ran through me. I had slept with the Alpha King of my pack. The leader I’d only seen from afar at pack meetings, with his commanding, untouchable aura. And now he was in my kitchen, eating toast and calling me cute.

“You… you’re the Cassian Vaughn?” I stammered, my eyes wide. My hand trembled as I held my coffee mug, nearly spilling it.

He laughed, a deep sound that filled the apartment. “That’s me. But, look, no pressure, okay? This is just… fun.” He gestured between us, like we were just old friends having coffee. “No need to get nervous.”

I let out a laugh, more out of relief than anything else. “Fun? I… God, I slept with the Alpha King.” I covered my face with my hands, but I couldn’t hold back the laughter. It was all so absurd it felt like a dream.

Cassian laughed too, shaking his head. “You’re making this way more dramatic than it needs to be, you know?” He grabbed another piece of toast, taking a bite with infuriating calm. “Relax, Livia. We’re just two people having breakfast. And, if I may say so, you make breakfast a lot more interesting.”

I blushed, but his easygoing manner made me relax. “You’re… different from what I expected,” I admitted, stirring my coffee. “I mean, you’re the Alpha King. I thought you’d be more… I don’t know, serious.”

“Serious?” He raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “I’m super serious. Like, look at me, all majestic and stuff.” He struck an exaggerated pose, and I couldn’t hold back a giggle.

“Okay, okay, majestic,” I teased, feeling the tension melt away. “But seriously, thank you. For last night, for today… for not making this weird.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, his smile softening. “And, Livia? You’re stronger than you think. What that jerk Ezrah did? It doesn’t define you. Remember that.”

I swallowed hard, his words hitting something I didn’t know I needed to hear. “I’ll try,” I murmured, giving a small smile. He was kind, funny, and, yes, ridiculously handsome. Maybe, just maybe, that horrible day had opened the door to something new. Something unexpected.