Contract Marriage: Married to My Ex-Husband's Alpha Stepfather [BL]

Chapter 150: Haunt Me Again, Why Won’t Ya?

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"Alek..." Katya whispered in shame, the quiet realization of what his mind had been filled with the entire time.

Katya had never imagined dreams would be that embarrassing, because now, as he looked at the alpha before him, he didn’t have anything proper to say.

Nothing at all.

He was haunted by what his subconscious had made up, and now it was time to face his reality. The one that felt like a snap for water delusions he had bound himself to.

But surely his mind was acting on its own, right?

"My little rose..." Alek breathed like he had been waiting ages for Katya to wake up.

Like being alone in his own house was the one hunting thing.

But perhaps in this case it was.

Because it was the first time he had brought such a hot omega home, right?

And Katya stared, his eyes softening like his brain hadn’t been filled with Sergei Moskowsky caring for him instead of the alpha beside him.

The senator looked worn out, like he hadn’t had an ounce of sleep, and it wasn’t hard to understand hay given the thick scent of arousal in the entire room.

Katya’s citrus had engulfed the room to the point that he was staring at Alek, wondering how the man had managed to keep his hands to himself.

This was the ultimate test of mind over matter because what the fuck had Katya turned the alpha’s private space into?

Senator Aleksandr’s hands were still holding the cold towel, his shirt was disheveled, and he looked like he was about to die from exhaustion.

He looked worried as fuck about the omega on his bed, and Katya had never felt like a dick more than in that moment.

This shouldn’t have happened.

The dream, at least.

It wasn’t what he had expected of himself at all, but fuck, now he was just another asshole in the good senator’s life. Maybe he would make it up to him.

With what, though?

His body that the alpha respected so much?

Katya was screwed.

"How are you feeling? You’ve been sleeping for a whole day now," Alek said worriedly as he reached to touch Katya’s forehead.

It was a simple gesture.

Normal even.

But Katya...

He stiffened.

And the Alpha noticed and pulled back instantly.

"Sorry," Senator Aleksandr said, like a man who had done something wrong when in truth he had done nothing wrong. He was worried about his omega.

It was expected, given how hard the heat was for Katya.

The problem...

Was Katya Romanov.

Feeling Senator Aleksandr’s touch on his forehead brought back a memory that Katya didn’t want to lean into.

At least not this soon anyway, given he hadn’t even had the chance to process whatever the fuck his subconscious was on.

That little touch pushed him back to the barbarian in his dream.

The way Sergei had kissed his forehead gently, his lips lingering for a few seconds, like he was trying to keep Katya sane.

It shouldn’t have creeped Katya out in real life.

But it did.

Because Sergei Moskowsky was not someone Katya even considered a prospect, even for his fucked up love life.

Sergei was just...

Not even an option for him.

At all.

Which made it even worse.

Because Dream Sergei was still haunting him even in real life, did Katya stand a chance at a normal life at this rate?

Why the fuck had Katya been dreaming of Sergei Moskowsky of all the people?

"No, it’s alright... I just... I feel sticky, and you look like you haven’t had an ounce of sleep," Katya said, and the senator smiled at him fondly.

Of course, he would smile.

He was kind like that.

What the fuck was Katya supposed to expect from a man who had been nothing but proper with him in the three months they had been dating?

God, he felt like a dick even more now.

"I’ll run you a warm bath, little rose... Give me a moment," the senator said, getting up.

Aleksandr looked so tired and was still breaking his back for an omega who wouldn’t even hug him properly.

Goodness, Katya felt like shit now.

Katya didn’t want to be left alone. Not with his thoughts at least. He didn’t trust his brain any more than he trusted the shit that he had been dreaming of.

And he needed this alpha here to keep him sane.

Because honestly, if Alek left, Katya would go insane if he closed his eyes and saw Sergei fucking Moskowsky again. He would certainly lose it this time.

"Please, stay," Katya whispered, his voice hoarse as he held the senator’s hand tightly, ignoring the sparks that were flying between their bodies.

Katya was in heat.

He knew that very well.

He knew he had little to no control over his body.

However, the fact that his mind dared to lean toward Sergei Moskowsky was more disrespectful to him than the way he was trying so hard not to make the alpha with him a third wheel.

Alek was nice.

Alek was perfect.

He was everything any sane person wanted to be. And maybe that was why Katya had agreed to be his boyfriend, but fuck if this wasn’t driving him nuts.

"Little rose... what you’re asking of me... Is dangerous," Aleksandr said as he tried to reason with Katya.

Alek was an alpha wolf.

And being alone with an omega in heat was not good for both of them, especially if they were not going to do anything about it.

Especially what was expected of an alpha and his omega when the omega had a heat.

The urge to knot was something Alek was holding back because he would never touch Katya against Katya’s will. Even if that meant he would have to take his fifth ice-cold shower in the past ten hours.

He would never pressure Katya, and the omega knew that too, but damn if this was any easier for Katya.

He was doomed either way.

"I... I’m sorry," Katya whined, his omega not liking the fact that the alpha was pulling away.