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"You're mine now, Magnus."
He kisses the crown of my head and holds me closer.
"Yes, Omega. Always. Only yours."
I yawn and nuzzle into him, inhaling his bergamot scent.
20
2 Years Later
"Absolutely fucking not, Magnus."
I snarl at my Alpha over his large office desk. He's got his CEO persona on, wearing it like a suit of armor. He doesn't fool me. My mate is in there, and he's hiding from my wrath.
"It's non-negotiable, Omega Novikov."
His tone is firm and unyielding. But then again, so am I. Well, I waver a tiny bit when he calls me by his last name. It does funny things to my insides.
"I'm not doing it," I snap.
He changes tactics, realizing I'm not responding to his dominant strategy. His eyes melt and his shoulders soften.
"I need my mate on my arm for this charity event," he says, cooing with big eyes. It melts me, but I hold firm.
"I'm not going."
"Why not? You're finished touring with the tournament last week."
With my Alpha's encouragement and support, I joined the International Grande Chess Tournament as the wildcard for the past year.
It's been incredible, but I'm also exhausted from traveling. I realized that most of my passion for chess was focused on beating Magnus. The thrill is still there, but it's not the same. Especially because I have infinite opportunities to compete with my mate.I'm ready for a new challenge. I've enrolled in law school and I'll start my degree in the fall.
Magnus took over from his grandmother recently, and I want to be close to him while he goes through the transition. He has a lot of tension to work off after frustrating board meetings, and I'm very happy to take one for the team. Repeatedly. Roughly. Against a wall, his desk, and between our bedsheets.
I sigh and pin him with a baleful glare. "Because it's a Valentine's Day gala. You know I fucking hate that cupid shit."
His expression morphs from stern to predatory.
A sly smirk slips over his handsome features, and I have to steel myself against the arousal it rises within me. I love it when he gets that look. It usually means we're about to go toe to toe, competitive edge clashing against competitive edge. And then it ends in mind-blowing sex. It was only yesterday he had me locked on his knot, bent over this very desk.
"I don't understand." He cocks his head and adopts a mocking tone. "If my memory serves correctly, you thoroughly enjoy Valentine's Day."
I cross my arms to cover my erect nipples and glare at him. Remembering the night we claimed each other gets me hot and bothered every time, and he knows it.
Manipulative bastard wants to distract me from my resolve.
"Yes, alone. With you. In our den. Not out in public with strangers and the nauseating declarations of love everywhere."
He leans back in his chair and studies me.
"It will only be a couple of hours, then I'll make it up to you."
My inner Omega purrs at the thought. Making it up to me sounds very nice.
"And besides," he adds with a shrug. "You owe me for that chess game the other day."
I stiffen and snarl.
