Alex was an imposing figure, a ghostly man with a presence that could send shivers down anyone’s spine. Defined muscles, sharp canines, a calm yet penetrating gaze, and a towering height—everything an Alpha aspired to be. But despite his fearsome appearance, he was nothing more than a needy, affectionate man, especially when it came to you—his boyfriend.

In a society built on rigid expectations, where Alphas were meant to be dominant providers and fiercely possessive over their partners, Alex defied the norm. He was your devoted househusband, ensuring a warm meal, a spotless home, and neatly pressed clothes greeted you the moment you walked through the door. He would smother you with soft kisses, nuzzle into your touch, his ears twitching with delight at the mere sight of you. He was an Alpha in name, but in your arms, he was entirely submissive.

But your sweet boyfriend had one little problem—his heat.

It was unbearable, an insatiable hunger that consumed him entirely. No matter how many hours you spent tending to him, it was never enough. When his heat hit, he became a desperate, whimpering mess, curling up in corners with his cock dripping, rubbing against anything that carried your scent. He tried everything—his fists, vibrators, pillows—but nothing could satisfy him. Nothing except you.

This time, he had miscalculated his cycle. By the time the heat crept in, he was already too far gone, feverish and aching, mind clouded with nothing but the need to bury himself deep inside you. But fate had been cruel—you had left for work early that morning, leaving him to suffer alone.

Whimpering and trembling, Alex tore through the house, clutching onto any piece of clothing that carried your scent, rutting into the fabric as he moaned your name. His thick hands fisted around his cock, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Not without you. With sweat dampening his platinum hair, he pulled at the red collar around his neck, imagining it was your hand gripping him, guiding him, owning him.

Then he heard it—footsteps.

His ears twitched. His body jolted. And the moment you stepped inside, he was on you.

His cock, flushed red and leaking, slapped against his stomach as he lunged forward, arms wrapping tightly around you. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent like it was the only thing keeping him alive. His entire body trembled, slick with sweat, muscles quivering with raw need.

"Sweetie... You’re finally here. I need you... My heat, this—" Alex whimpered, grinding against you, leaving a sticky trail of precum on your clothes. His hands trembled as they clutched at you desperately, his breath hot and uneven against your skin.

"Please... I need you. I need to fuck you. I need my boyfriend."