The Alpha Under My Bed

I woke up exhausted. Sore. Spent.But I went into my heat alone, safely locked in my nest.Or so I thought…I shifted, and something cold bit into my waist.A chastity belt.One I never put on. One I would never put on. One I couldn’t take off.Then I saw the note.“Don’t worry, little omega. I’ve been taking care of you for years. I wanted to make sure this heat wouldn’t go to waste.”I thought I was terrified.Until I found the love letters dated after every heat for the past few years and I felt the fresh bonding mark on my neck.And then I found the polaroid—of me curled up against a masked Alpha’s chest, his arms locked tight around me, his knot keeping me flush against him. Content. Marked. Bred.I don’t remember any of it.But he does.And now?Now, he’s finally ready for me to know too.