Page 61 of Nanny Omega

The silence between them stretched, thick and fragile.

“What are you doing here?” Ersa asked again, his voice shaking. “Where… where’s Nath?”

Xander took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Ersa’s face. “I came to take you home,” he said softly. “And Nath… Nath left.”

Ersa blinked, his mind struggling to process the words. “He left?” he echoed. “But why? I thought… I thought this was what he wanted.”

“So did he,” Xander said, his voice low. “But he wasn’t coping as well as he hoped. He went back to the center. We’re no longer bond mates. It’s over between us.”

He stepped closer again, close enough that Ersa could feel his warmth, smell the familiar, comforting scent of him. Xander’s eyes softened, his hand lifting as if he wanted to touch him but didn’t quite dare.

“I know I put you through so much,” he said quietly, his voice trembling with regret. “But I was wondering… if you’ll have me. Will you bond with me, Ersa?”

Tears filled Ersa’s eyes, blurring his vision. It felt like a dream—one he’d never dared hope for again.

“How is this happening?” he whispered. “It doesn’t feel real.”

Xander’s lips curved into a small, hopeful smile. “Believe it, baby. I’m here. And I love you.” He finally reached out, wrapping both Ersa and Benjn in his arms. “Bond with me, Ersa. Let’s be a family again.”

Ersa broke then. The tears spilled over as he nodded, his whole body trembling. “I will,” he sobbed. “I will. I love you so much.”

Xander dropped to his knees, pressing his hands gently against Ersa’s growing belly. He kissed the swell there, his eyes wide with wonder.

“I still can’t believe you’re pregnant,” he murmured. “When Dr. Alora told me, I didn’t believe it. But now that I’m here, I can see it. You’re bigger than I imagined.”

Ersa laughed through his tears. “I think you put more than one cub in there.”

Xander’s laughter filled the room, rich and warm, as he rose to his feet. He took Ersa’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

“Come on,” he said softly, his eyes shining with love. “Let’s go home.”

And this time, Ersa went without hesitation—because Xander was his home.

Epilogue

Seven months later.

Hewasfinallygettingclaimed by his alpha.

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” Xander’s voice was a husky rasp, amusement curling around the edges of his words, but there was no mistaking the dark desire flickering in his molten gaze. His eyes tracked every movement Ersa made, heavy-lidded and full of heat. “We have guests downstairs… We can’t just leave them. They’re here to celebrate our bond.”

Ersa leaned against the door, the soft click of it locking behind him sending a thrill through the air. “No,” he said, his voice soft but sure, his eyes gleaming with determination and something far more dangerous. “We’re doing this now. I’ve been waiting months for this.”

Xander’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “You’re the one who wanted to wait until the cubs came,” he reminded him, though his body was already moving closer, the space between them shrinking with every step.

“I wasn’t going to get bonded looking like that,” Ersa shot back, arching a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I wanted to look good. And now I do. So come here, Xander… unless you’d rather go back downstairs.”

Xander’s eyes darkened, his restraint snapping like a thread. “Oh, baby,” he growled, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. “They can wait.”

Ersa pulled off his clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. The soft glow of the room’s lights cast golden shadows over his skin as he climbed onto the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, eyes locked on Xander’s.

Xander reached out, his hands trailing a slow, heated path down Ersa’s back, tracing every curve and muscle. “Place your hands on the headboard.”

Fuck. Xander’s commanding voice rippled through him like a shock wave, igniting a fire deep in his core. A delicious shiver ran down his spine, leaving him no choice but to obey. With unsteady hands, Ersa braced himself on his knees, his fingers splaying wide on the hard wood. His hole pulsed with a sharp, relentless ache, and slick trailed down his thighs.

A shuddering breath escaped him. Anticipation coiled deep inside him, heightening every sensation, making him acutely aware of Xander’s every movement. The soft rustle of fabric, the slow unfastening of buttons, and then his pulse pounded, his skin prickling with the electrifying energy thrumming in his veins, every fiber of his attuned to the presence behind him.

Xander smoothed his hands down Ersa’s back to his ass. His seeking fingers slid between his crack, to his hole, smoothing over the rim in dizzying circles before he plunged them deep into Ersa’s hole.

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