MY MALE OMEGA IS IN HEAT

CHAPTER 4

I stood, watching him shift nervously in the lounge, still pale from the heat and trembling slightly despite the pill. His defiance hadn’t faded completely, but now it was tempered with exhaustion. That was fine. Let him feel the weight of this new life.

I pressed my phone to my ear. “James,” I said, my voice crisp and commanding, “call my tailor right now. Tell him to make clothes in his size immediately. Take off the rags he’s wearing and give him anything in the house that fits until his own clothes are ready.”

I let the words hang in the air, heavy and absolute.

“He’s mine,” I added, almost as an afterthought, letting the possessive emphasis roll off my tongue. “My man. He should look good. No excuses.”

There was a faint pause on the other end before James replied with his usual crisp efficiency. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll handle it immediately.”

I ended the call and turned back to him. He was staring at me, expression wary, uncertain, as if he was trying to anticipate whether I’d scold him or punish him next.

“I said it clearly,” I told him, voice soft but edged with dominance. “You will wear proper clothes. You will not walk around in rags. You are mine now, and everything about you—how you appear, how you move, how you exist—will reflect that.”

His lips pressed into a thin line, jaw tight. He wanted to argue. I could see it in the sharp flicker of his blue eyes. But the weight of my presence held him in place,

I stepped closer, letting the faint scent of my alpha dominance wrap around him like a leash he couldn’t see but could feel.

“James will bring you suitable clothes shortly,” I said, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. “Until then… try not to embarrass yourself in my house.”

He flinched slightly, heat flushing his cheeks, though it wasn’t from the pill this time. His pride and stubbornness were still there—alive, fighting. Good. I liked fire. I liked defiance.

It made him more… beautiful.

I leaned down just enough for him to feel the sharp intensity of my gaze. “Do you understand?”

He hesitated, then swallowed hard. “Yes… ma’am.”

I tilted my head, a small smirk playing on my lips. “Not ma’am. Master. Do you understand, Master?”

His blue eyes widened slightly, the weight of my dominance pressing down on him in a way he hadn’t expected. Then, finally, his lips pressed into a thin line as he nodded. “Yes… Master.”

“Good,” I said, straightening again. “Now wait. James will take care of you. And remember…” I let the words linger, low and deliberate, “everything you wear, everything you do here—it’s for me. You will look good. My man should look perfect.”

He didn’t answer this time, just nodded, body tense and alert. I could feel the subtle shifts in him—the mix of defiance, embarrassment, and the faintest trace of curiosity about what I had planned next.

Perfect.

This was going to be… interesting.