MY MALE OMEGA IS IN HEAT

CHAPTER 3

He walked beside me, stiff as a board, still trembling from the heat and from the intensity of being near me. I didn’t hold his hand—not yet—but I let my presence press against him in subtle ways as we moved through the crowded black market. Every alpha and every merchant gave us space, sensing instinctively that this was not a situation to intervene in.

Outside, my sleek black car waited. I opened the door for him—not with courtesy, but because I wanted him to understand his place. He hesitated, gaze flicking to me briefly before stepping in carefully, like a predator tamed but still unwilling to submit fully.

Once inside, I settled behind the wheel, my fingers lightly brushing over the leather as I started the engine. The hum of the car didn’t mask the sound of his shallow breathing beside me. His eyes were forward, refusing to meet mine. Good. Let him stew in that defiance a little longer.

“You’re tense,” I said softly, my voice low enough that he could feel it vibrating through the air. “Your heat is strong. I can feel it even from here.”

He swallowed, jaw tight, and didn’t reply. His silence said more than words ever could.

“I’m not going to force you,” I said after a pause, glancing at him for the first time. My tone was calm but firm. “You’ll do what I ask because it benefits you… and because I can make it very unpleasant if you resist.”

His blue eyes flicked toward mine, a flash of warning and curiosity mixed together.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a small, silver pill. The capsule caught the light, reflecting a promise of control.

“This will help,” I said, holding it out to him. “Calm your heat, let you think more clearly. Take it.”

He stared at it as if I’d offered him a trap. I didn’t rush him. Instead, I let the car hum between us, let the quiet dominance of my presence weigh on him.

“You can spit it out,” I continued, voice dropping an octave, laced with authority. “But if you do, you’ll regret it. And I don’t like regret.”

His fingers twitched as he finally took it from me, jaw tightening as he swallowed the pill. The brief flush of shame crossed his cheeks—embarrassed to accept help, yet powerless to refuse.

I leaned back slightly, observing him with satisfaction. “Good,” I murmured. “You’re already calmer. And you should feel that. I never force anyone. But I do make sure my property… my people… stay in their best state.”

He said nothing, only exhaled shakily, the tremor in his hands fading imperceptibly as the pill started to work.

"by the way what is your name"I asked.

"k-kai"he say whisperli,I nodded.

The drive was long, silent, except for the quiet whir of the engine. I let him stew in the strange mix of relief and humiliation, letting him understand without words who controlled this space, and who would decide every step of what happened next.

When we finally arrived at the mansion, the massive gates swinging open as if they recognized me, I didn’t rush him out. I stepped forward, letting him follow on instinct. The house loomed, expansive, filled with the kind of luxury that made men and women alike feel small.

Once inside, I gestured for him to sit in the lounge. He obeyed with hesitation, fingers still curling nervously in his lap. I poured myself a drink—not for thirst, but for ritual—and studied him quietly.

“You’ll get used to it,” I said finally, voice low, dominant, yet somehow patient. “I never force anyone. But you’ll learn quickly… that resistance is exhausting, and compliance can be… far more interesting.”

His gaze flicked to mine, a mix of disbelief and reluctant curiosity. I let the silence linger, letting the weight of my words—and of my presence—settle in his mind like chains.

“Eat, drink, rest,” I continued softly, my tone still dominant. “But remember—this house, this life… it’s mine to guide. Not punish. But guide. And you’ll learn quickly how much better that is than fighting me.”

He said nothing, just nodded once, tight and hesitant, as if testing my patience and his own limits at the same time.

I smiled, almost indulgently, knowing this was only the beginning.