Arrange Marriage With The Cold Sickly Billionaire

15 years later

Flashback: -

Their soft giggles filled the night's calm, quiet air.

"Damon!" Allen reprimanded in a whisper, but it fell short due to the blissed-out smile on her lips: "Damon, stop it, you big goof." She swatted at Damon's hands, but those two colossal she loved so much just kept teasing her overly sensitive skin.

The Omega always got ticklish after a particularly good orgasm, which Damon always loved to indulge in. And Damon had successfully drawn three out of her. Which was a new record for them.

And the Alpha was damn proud of himself.

"How are you feeling?" Damon finally stopped sickling and laid one of his hands flat on Allen's side, stroking her still clammy skin. "Any regrets?"

Allen's smile softened as she recognized her Alpha shift in mood as self-doubt. She laid her own palm on Damon's cheek. "I feel fine, no regrets," she promised. "It was perfect; you were perfect."

Up until that night, Allen and Damon had yet to go all the way, but then Allen got her heat after a long time, and neither could hold back any longer.

"It was." Damon agreed, his hand landing on Allen's hip, then pulling the smaller omega closer, wrapping her up in his arms, "my perfect omega."

As Damon leaned in closer, Allen smiled and whispered against his lips, "My perfect Alpha." Then Damon was kissing her, soft and tender and, oh, so slow.

"I wish we could stay here forever." Damon confessed, and Allen could feel the gloominess that seeped into his tone: "Just you and me."

"I know." Allen agreed, but they both knew they couldn't.

"We should run away from all this responsibility." Damon suggested suddenly, looking at Allen seriously, then quickly went on when the Omega frowned, "Yes, Allen, we should just run away, you and me."

"Damon," Allen whispered, "God, I wish it were that easy."

"We could get out of this primitive town and get our own little apartment in another city." Damon had a wistful look in his eyes. It wasn't their first time exchanging such fantasies. "You could open your own flower shop... because you love flowers too much," Damon teased her.

Allen hummed thoughtfully, a pleased smile on her face because, damn her, Alpha knew her so well. "And you could open your own firm," she suggested as she snuggled into Damon's chest. "You could be the local hero; help save the small people."

This time Damon hummed, "Yeah, but I would actually train more for that. You know, after we complete our bonding, we will plan children, so in the future, when they grow up, I can retire and train pack pups." It has been his dream ever since he started training pack pups. But Damon had so many duties as an Alpha that it's not possible for him now. Damon loves kids, and it's like his dream to train each and every kid inside his pack.

The difference was that in his dream, he didn't want to train only his pack pups; he wanted to train every defenseless pup who needed someone to fight for them, but they didn't have anyone. Specially Omega, it's not like Damon ever told her about all this, but Allen knows; she doesn't know how. But she knows.

Allen chuckled, "I wish we could just run away. So, you can train everyone, and I sell flowers to others." She sighed heavily, then on a lighter note, "But I'm pretty sure our sister's will haunt us down, then lock us up with a ball and chain to that fancy ass Alpha seat waiting for you."

Damon chuckled and tightened his hold on the Omega, kissing the top of her head.

Yeah, Allen could definitely be there, in Damon's arms, forever.

Flashback Over: -

"Mum!"

Large, strong arms pull Allen out of her daze, causing her to yell in surprise, then shake her head to try and focus back on the here and now. When she registers the smell of something burning, horror builds in the pit of her stomach, and she starts to panic.

"It's okay," a soft voice whispers into her ear as the strong arms keep holding her securely. "Nothing happened; you just... burned the pancakes... again."

Damn it.

"I'm so sorry, Alex." Allen sighs heavily, rubbing her face. "I guess I just... nodded off."

"You need to get more sleep; you're working way too hard." Allen smiles warmly at his almost 15-year-old son, who's already loved her, even protected her sometimes, and matured way beyond his years. Sometimes he makes Allen feel like their roles are reversed.

"Alex, I'm fine, I promise." Allen tries to sound as authoritative as she can; the last thing she wants is to make her son feel like he needs to take care of her and not the other way around.

Alex looks unconvinced, but fortunately doesn't push any further. "Here, let me finish up the pancakes," he suggests instead, then takes the spatula out of his mother's hand, leaving no room for arguments. As for a normal human 15-year-old boy, it's impossible for him to do all this, but he is a wolf and an Alpha boy.

When they sit down to eat, Allen eyes her son suspiciously when she notices how he's fidgeting with his fork. Alex sneaks a few glances at her as he bites his lower lip, a small frown between his eyebrows.

Allen recognizes that look; it's the one he gets when he needs to tell or ask Allen something but is afraid to do so.

It's also a carbon copy of his father's expression.