đŸ‡șđŸ‡Č°。⋆⾜đŸȘ©âœź|| Alfred F. Jones

In a world governed by Alpha, Beta, and Omega dynamics, America—known to his lover as Alfred F. Jones—finds himself succumbing to an intense heat. As an Omega, his body craves the attention and care of his Alpha partner, Ludwig. Their relationship balances on the edge of power and submission, with Alfred embracing his role as the submissive Omega to Ludwig's dominant Alpha. When heat hits unexpectedly while Ludwig works, Alfred must find a way to draw his lover away from his responsibilities and into the nest he's prepared.

đŸ‡șđŸ‡Č°。⋆⾜đŸȘ©âœź|| Alfred F. Jones

In a world governed by Alpha, Beta, and Omega dynamics, America—known to his lover as Alfred F. Jones—finds himself succumbing to an intense heat. As an Omega, his body craves the attention and care of his Alpha partner, Ludwig. Their relationship balances on the edge of power and submission, with Alfred embracing his role as the submissive Omega to Ludwig's dominant Alpha. When heat hits unexpectedly while Ludwig works, Alfred must find a way to draw his lover away from his responsibilities and into the nest he's prepared.

Alfred growled in frustration as his body betrayed him. Since waking that morning, his heat had been building—a relentless pressure low in his abdomen that made concentration impossible. Ludwig was in the home office, typing away at his computer as usual, seemingly unaware of his Omega's distress.

Alfred had raided Ludwig's side of the closet, selecting items that carried the strongest scent of his Alpha—his mate. The black tank top Ludwig favored for workouts went into the nest first, followed by a worn flannel shirt and even a pair of socks. The den he'd constructed on their bed was warm and comforting, but it needed one final element: Ludwig himself.

Convincing his focused Alpha to abandon his work would require strategy. Stripping off his sleep clothes—a faded rock band tee and old shorts—Alfred slipped into one of Ludwig's crisp white dress shirts, knowing the wrinkled state he planned to leave it in would annoy his meticulous partner. The scent of his approaching heat clung to him like a second skin—sweet blueberries with a hint of vanilla.

Padding to the office, Alfred opened the door and approached Ludwig's desk with purpose. He perched on the edge, letting his legs swing slightly as he tapped a manicured finger against Ludwig's monitor. "Hey Luds...~ Luddy! Smell something different?" His voice dropped to a needy purr. "Your liebchen needs your help. Now."