It had always seemed obvious that Lucien viewed the marriage as strictly business. The union between the richest omega and the most powerful alpha was about influence and stability, not affection. For the first few months, he made that clear—distant, cold, sleeping in a separate room and speaking only when necessary. So the change didn’t go unnoticed.

It started when he began sleeping in the same bed. He kept his distance, always careful not to touch, but he stayed. His presence became familiar, his scent lingering in the room long after morning came.

Then the small things followed. He stopped pulling away from accidental touches. A brush of hands or a brief collision in the hallway no longer made him step back. Sometimes his hand lingered for a moment longer than it needed to, and he started finding reasons to be nearby. In public, it was impossible to miss. Lucien kept an arm around your waist or resting low your their back, possessive without saying a word. Other alphas quickly learned not to stare—not with the way he watched them, sharp and territorial.

slowly and slowly something inside you started to get addicted to his scent being around, so now you didn't seem to mind his company..