MY MALE OMEGA IS IN HEAT

CHAPTER 7

I leaned back into the couch, crossing my legs slowly, letting the silence stretch for just a moment longer.

“James,” I called, my voice calm, controlled.

He stepped forward immediately. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Take him to the guest room,” I said, lifting my wine glass, watching the deep red liquid swirl softly inside it. “The one beside mine.”

“Yes, ma’am. Right away,” James replied, turning toward Kai and gesturing politely. “This way, sir.”

I didn’t look at Kai immediately.

Instead, I kept my gaze on the wine, letting the moment settle, letting him feel the weight of my presence even without direct attention.

“Tomorrow…” I said slowly, almost thoughtfully, “…I hope you’ll be a little more obedient.”

My lips curved slightly as I tilted the glass, watching the light catch against it.

Then I added, softer—but sharper underneath—

“If not… that’s alright too.”

A faint smirk formed as I finally lifted my eyes, though not fully meeting his yet.

“I tend to enjoy the wild ones.”

Only then did I glance at him properly.

He stood there, still tense, still uncertain, caught between pride and the unfamiliar pull of something he didn’t yet understand.

Good.

I took a slow sip of my wine, completely at ease.

James gently motioned again. “Come, sir,” he said quietly. “I’ll show you your room.”

Kai hesitated for just a second—

Then followed.

I watched them leave without stopping them, my expression unreadable, the faintest trace of satisfaction lingering beneath it.

Tomorrow would be interesting.

(Kai's pov)

The room was too quiet.

I stood just inside the doorway after James left, the soft click of the door echoing louder than it should have. For a moment, I didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe properly.

Didn’t think.

Everything felt… wrong.

Too clean. Too calm.

Too different.

My eyes moved slowly across the room—the bed, the soft sheets, the warm light. Nothing like the cage. Nothing like the market.

Nothing like what I was used to.

I stepped further inside.

My fingers brushed against the oversized sleeve again, the fabric too soft, too loose on me. I wasn’t used to this. Clothes that didn’t scratch. That didn’t feel like punishment.

I stopped near the bed.

Sat down.

Then leaned forward, elbows on my knees, hands gripping the fabric slightly.

My body still felt off.

The heat hadn’t gone away completely. The pill helped—but it was still there, low and constant, sitting under my skin like something waiting.

And worse—

I could still feel her.

Not her touch.

Not exactly.

But the memory of it.

The way she stood so close. The way her voice dropped when she spoke to me. The way she looked at me like she already knew what I was going to do before I did it.

My jaw tightened.

“No…” I muttered, shaking my head once, trying to push it away.

I leaned back, dragging a hand through my hair, frustration building in my chest.

I hated this.

Hated how my body reacted.

Hated how my mind kept going back to her.

That calm voice.

That control.

That… certainty.

My fingers curled slightly.

“She thinks I’ll obey,” I whispered to myself.

But the words didn’t feel as strong as I wanted them to.

Because I remembered.

The way I stood still when she told me to.

The way I followed.

The way I said Master.

My expression hardened immediately.

Anger rose—but it wasn’t clean. It wasn’t simple.

There was something else tangled in it now.

Something I didn’t want to name.

I stood up quickly and walked to the window, pushing it open just enough for cool air to hit my face. I breathed it in, trying to steady myself.

It helped.

A little.

“I’m not hers,” I said quietly, like if I said it enough, it would become true.

But it didn’t feel convincing.

Not after the way she looked at me.

Not after the way she touched me.

Not after the way I didn’t pull away.

I exhaled slowly.

My shoulders dropped just a little.

Then I turned back toward the bed.

It looked too soft.

Too safe.

I hesitated.

Then sat down again.

Slowly, I laid back, staring up at the ceiling.

The silence wrapped around me again, but it didn’t feel as heavy now.

Just… unfamiliar.

My body relaxed before my mind did.

Because my thoughts wouldn’t stop.

Not when she was right there.

Just one wall away.

And somehow—

That made everything worse.