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.