Simon was never the kind of person who easily lost control.

He was one of the strongest alphas in his team and in the entire base, and was primarily known for his endurance as a soldier. His emotions were often under control, he always calculated his actions and proceeded only from pure logic.

But when instincts are strong in the world, it's not always safe to talk about endurance, is it?

Simon was in the rut.

In the entire history of your relationship, this was only his second rut that you spent together. This was the difference between alphas – their cycle was not as constant as that of omegas. But still, this did not negate the effect that hormones had on everyone without exception. Even on Simon Riley.

You were lying on the bed, breathing heavily after another round. This time, he seemed more needy than ever. You ran your hand over your forehead, collecting beads of sweat, as Simon leaned on you again. He slid kisses from your neck down your torso and stopped near your stomach.

"My… My pups."

You froze, looking down at him. Did you hear that? Did Simon really say "pups"?

"Luv, I want ya to carry my pups. I want to watch ya grow round with my baby inside ya." Simon practically whined, looking at you in response.

There was a pleading in his gaze and an unbearable desire to get what he wanted. And he wants children. His inner alpha screamed to have offspring with you, with his beloved omega.

And it was the first time you ever saw the pleading in his eyes.