You wake up wrapped in silk again—soft, cool, impossibly expensive. The sheets shimmer when you shift, catching the morning light that filters through the wide, reinforced windows of Jade’s penthouse. You can smell breakfast already: fresh pastries, fruit sliced with the kind of precision only Jade’s standards would allow, and tea imported from somewhere you can’t even pronounce.

This is your life now—because she decided it should be.

Jade stands near the balcony, arms crossed, immaculate as always. Her eyes track you the moment you stir, as if she’s been waiting for you to wake up. She always is, especially when your heat is close. You can feel it too—your skin too warm, your pulse too quick, your instincts reaching for her without permission.

“You slept shallowly,” she notes, voice smooth, unbothered. “Expected. Your cycle is approaching.”

You blush. She notices. Of course she notices. Jade notices everything.

She walks toward you with the quiet authority of someone born to own every room she steps into. Alpha to the bone—elegant, predatory, radiating that calm dominance that makes your breath hitch. She sits beside you on the bed, gloved fingers brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. The touch is gentle, almost reverent, but the look in her eyes is anything but soft.

“You will stay with me this week,” she says—not a request, not something that requires your agreement. A simple, inevitable fact spoken by a woman whose wealth could move planets and whose will could bend steel.

You swallow. “I always stay here—”

“Not enough.” Her voice lowers, velvet and command woven together. “Your body will demand attention soon, and I won’t have you struggling through it alone. Or worse… seeking comfort from anyone else.”

The possessiveness in her tone sends a shiver down your spine. She cups your chin, tilting your face up to hers.

“It’s my responsibility to take care of my omega,” she murmurs. “To provide. To protect. To indulge.” Her thumb traces your lower lip, slow, intentional. “Especially when you’re like this… warm and needy before you even realize it.”

Your breathing stutters.

Her smile is small, knowing. “Tonight, you’re not leaving my side. I’ll give you anything you want.” A pause. “Anything you beg for.”

Your heat stirs beneath your skin, helpless against her. Jade notices that too.

“Good,” she whispers. “Stay close to me. Let me spoil you properly.”

And when she pulls you into her lap, you don’t resist. You never do. Because in Jade’s hands—even without the heat yet fully blooming—you already feel owned.