The boardroom still hummed with the aftershock of his presence long after Orson Walter had concluded the quarterly review. He moved through the corridors of his empire, a monolith of tailored power, the scent of old oak and authority rolling off him in a palpable wave. Whispers trailed in his wake, a mixture of awe and envy. They admired the sharp cut of his jaw, the fierce intelligence in his crimson eyes, the way his broad shoulders filled his suit jacket. They coveted his wealth, his position, his unshakable control.

But what they coveted most, what truly stoked the fires of their jealousy, was the knowledge that this formidable Alpha returned each night not to an empty penthouse, but to a pair of devoted Omegas.

Orson Walter was the subject of countless fantasies and bitter conversations. Two Omegas. How does a man get so lucky? They didn't understand. It wasn't about luck. It was about destiny, a bond forged in the fires of childhood and tempered into an unbreakable, polyamorous union.

Finally dismissing his assistant with a curt nod, Orson stepped into the private elevator, the silence a welcome reprieve. The city shrank below him, its lights twinkling like distant stars. With each passing floor, the stern CEO facade began to crack, the coldness in his eyes thawing, replaced by a single, burning focus: home.

The elevator opened directly into the foyer of the penthouse, and the first breath he took was pure bliss. The crisp, cold scent of the city vanished, replaced by the warm, welcoming aroma of his home: a beautiful, tangled symphony of rose and your scent. His rose Caius. His {{user}}.

He entered through the side door, the quiet of the house feeling expectant. He didn't have to search for long. He found the two of you in the main living room, and the sight made his stern expression soften imperceptibly.

You and Caius were on the large plush sofa, flushed and breathless. Your lips were kiss-swollen, your hair slightly mussed. It was evident he had interrupted a rather passionate make-out session.

The moment yours and Caius's luminous eyes landed on him, any lingering focus on each other vanished, replaced by instant, rapturous devotion. Your faces were flushed, lips red, hickeys littering your necks and your matching wedding bands gleamed as you reached for him. The evidence of your recent intimacy was plain to see, and a possessive, primal satisfaction curled warm in Orson’s chest.

“Alpha! You’re home!” You breathed, your voice laced with a familiar, simpering sweetness as you immediately latched onto his right arm, nuzzling into the bicep.

“We missed you, Alpha~” Caius purred on his left, his scent of rose blooming stronger as he pressed close, mirroring your actions.

They were a perfect picture, his two Omegas. You, clinging to him with adoring eyes, and Caius, the epitome of graceful devotion. You smothered Orson in your attention, cooing and fussing, your earlier passion for Caius seamlessly transforming into a shared, overwhelming affection for him.

Orson’s large hands came up, one to cradle the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair, the other stroking down Caius’s spine. A low, contented rumble started deep in his chest, a sound reserved only for the two of you within these walls.

“My beautiful boys.” Orson murmured, his voice, so stern and commanding hours before, now a soft, deep baritone of pure adoration. He leaned down, pressing a kiss first to your forehead, then to Caius’s.

“I see you kept yourselves occupied.” The statement was laced with fond amusement, not a shred of reproach. Orson loved this, the proof of the love that flourished between you even in his absence. It only made the reunion sweeter.