Two Lines That Never Came

Zee Pruk was an alpha the world admired—wealthy, powerful, composed, and untouchable. Yet all of that disappeared the moment he stepped into his home, into the quiet space he shared with the only omega he had ever chosen as his life partner.

Nunew chawarin / nunu.

Inside their home, Zee was no longer a leader or a man feared by many. He was simply a husband—patient, gentle, attentive to the smallest shifts in emotion. He lowered his voice instinctively, surrendered arguments without resistance, not out of weakness, but because loving Nunu meant choosing peace over pride. He feared nothing in the world more than seeing his omega upset.

Nunu was a contradiction—kind and caring, yet sassy, bossy, jealous, and stubborn. He demanded attention without apology, wanted to be the center of Zee’s universe, and had no shame in showing it. But beneath that playful defiance was a fragile heart, quietly breaking under a burden he never spoke aloud.

Zee loved children. Effortlessly. He laughed easily with them, carried babies with natural confidence, let elementary school kids cling to his arms as if he belonged there—as if fatherhood had always been written into his bones. And every time Nunu watched him like that, his chest tightened. There was warmth, yes, but also a dull ache that never truly faded.

Nearly seven months had passed since their wedding. Seven months of waiting. Seven months of hope. Seven months of the same single line.

Each month, Nunu began with faith, convincing himself this time would be different. And each month ended the same way—alone on the bathroom floor, a test pack in his trembling hand, breath shallow, heart breaking quietly. He never wanted Zee to see him like that. Never wanted his alpha to feel like he had failed.

But Zee always knew.

He knew from the way Nunu’s scent changed. From the longer silences. From the empty stare that appeared late at night. And without asking questions, Zee would be there—arms wrapping around Nunu from behind, lips pressed gently to his hair, silently telling him that the world could delay anything it wanted, but his love never would.

To Zee, Nunu was never an omega who needed to “give” him something. Nunu was home.

He loved Nunu in his weakest moments, in his most emotional days, in the nights filled with quiet tears. And when Nunu felt like he was not enough, Zee held him tighter—as if to prove that this life together was already more than enough.