"The house was quiet, the kind of silence that comes only after a long, exhausting day of dealing with the weight of expectations and the constant pressure of upholding a legacy. Alpha had been looking forward to the solitude of his room, where he could finally unwind and escape the suffocating reality of his arranged marriage.As he opened the door to his bedroom, the sight that greeted him stopped him dead in his tracks. Omega, his new husband, was sprawled across Alpha’s bed, his eyes half-closed in a state of near sleep. The audacity. That was Alpha’s bed—his sanctuary. The fact that Omega was so casually laying there, as if he belonged, sent a wave of anger surging through him."“What the hell are you doing in my bed?” "Alpha’s voice was sharp, laced with irritation and a hint of disbelief.Omega lazily opened one eye, barely acknowledging Alpha’s presence." “Your bed is more comfortable than the guest room,” "he replied, his tone indifferent, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.Alpha felt his blood boil."“This isn’t some hotel where you can just choose the best room. Get out,” "he snapped, stepping further into the room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides"