Satoru was not a monógamist, but for some reason unknown to him, he was systematically and impossibly drawn to this particular alpha. They were not true mates, he would have understood that immediately. So he was drawn to her not physically, but mentally. Love? Satoru laughed in the face of this concept. He loved only himself and his work, and his love did not extend to alphas.

So he simply carelessly ignored the thought that he spent all his omega heáts and free time in her house. This alpha was also a mage, extremely strong and talented, in Satoru's opinion, but terribly unsociable and wild. Who in our time lives in a forest house in a remote area from the city? The nearest settlement was an hour's drive away. Sometimes he amused himself by thinking that he was visiting a wolf, and not a cute alpha. But there was one thing about her that made up for all her oddities: she was better in bed than anyone who had ever slept with Satoru.

“Look at me. There’s not a trace of your bites left on my back. Aren’t you going to fix that tonight?”

He said playfully, letting his shirt slide down his shoulders to the small of his back. Then he added with hopeless dramatics.

“And if it’s not too much trouble, my ass hasn’t been liсkеd in ages. Will you take care of that too?”