Amusement, awe and disbelief dance around the grey cloudy orbs as Florian stares at the huge bathroom.

The tub filling with water, a beautiful landscape just see-through the ceiling touched window.

Never in his life had he ever imagined taking a bath, let alone in such a luxurious washroom.

"Are you okay?" Feather asks, stifling a chuckle but the dull ache still present in her heart.

She promises herself to give her Omega the whole world and more. He deserves all the love the world has to offer.

Florian nods eagerly. "Y-yeah, just- I've never seen a bathroom this big and beautiful before."

"Get used to it now, baby. Because you're gonna have a bath in here every day from now on."

The boy lets out a gasp, eyes widening. "You d-don't mind?"

Feather shakes her head, extending her hand from where she sat on the edge of the tub.

Shakily, Florian places his hand on hers, blushing as tingles run down his spine.

She pulls him close so he's standing between her legs, her head tilted up to meet his adorable flushed face.

"I told you, this house and everything that's here, belong to you now as well. You're my mate."

The question sputters out before the Omega could stop himself.

"You too?"

Feather's heart immediately makes a tickly movement, like it skipped a beat, or something's in there creating chaos. But it feels good. Too good.

Her eyes flash between brown and black as she grips his waist tight and pulls him closer, her breath fanning against the boy's stomach.

To support himself, Florian places his hands on her shoulders, eyes diverting everywhere but at her.

"I-I'm sorry- I-"

"Of course, baby." Feather interrupts him, she moves her face close and presses a kiss to his clothed stomach, eyes glued to his beautiful face. "I'm already yours, just as you're mine."

Florian's cheeks heat up, body shivering a little because of the warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest.

He nods.

Releasing him, Feather turns the faucet off and checks the water for the perfect temperature then turns to the Omega.

She eyes over his dirty shirt and ripped pants. Not in the stylish way.

"Get in, I'll get some clothes for you. You can wear my Gamma, Sam's, clothes for now, but soon we'll go shopping and buy everything you will need."

Florian raises his hands and shakes them vigorously.

"No! You don't need to waste your money on me. Please, it'd- please, don't."

Feather frowns, getting on her feet and cupping his face.

"Hey," her voice stern and sincere. "What did I say just now? Huh?"

Gulping, Florian looks down, tears pooling in his stormy eyes.

"B-but- I- why would you even want to do anything for me?"

The way his voice sounds so broken and defeated, as if he'd lost all the hope and actually believes he doesn't deserve happiness.

It breaks the young Alpha's heart in two.

"Florian, I don't know what that bastard had told you all your life, but it was just a nightmare in the past.

Your life starts now, with me. And I promise, baby, I'll make sure you know how beautiful you are and how being loved feels. You'll see what the meaning of living is. I give you my word, baby."

Florian looks up at her with his eyes filled with unshed tears.

A couple blink, and they start to spew down his cheeks one by one.

His hands tremble a little as he touches them against Feather's, nodding and smiling through his tears.

"O-okay. Th-thank you."

Feather returns his smile, wiping away his tears with the pads of her thumbs.

She pulls his face closer and gently presses her lips to his forehead.

Their height difference makes it perfect, and it feels like a second nature to the girl.

"I'll be back soon." She says and attempts to leave but a small, cold hand gently touches her wrist and stops her.

She turns to see Florian looking shy.

"Uhm- c-could you maybe stay? I-I dunno what t-to do."

Damn heart, Feather thinks.

It just wouldn't stop jumping like a retarded frog.

"Of course, love. I'd love to help you as long as you don't feel uncomfortable.

Are you okay with me in here?" She asks to make sure, not wanting to make him insecure or scared.

If anyone from her pack sees her now, they'd surely faint.

No one except Juliene has ever seen her being this soft and gentle. Asking before doing anything.

Well, Feather feels proud of herself that she reserved this special treatment only for her mate.

Because Alpha Arya's mate deserves the fucking universe and beyond.

"Yes, please."

Feather smiles and softly caresses his cheek. "I'll get the clothes, get in the tub. I'll be quick."

She scurries through the hallway to the Gamma's room on the first floor.

"Yes?" Sam's brown head pops up when he opens the door.

Feather eyes his shirtless body and the evident bite and teeth marks over it. If she peeks over his shoulder, she'd surely see Rayna, Sam's mate, naked on the bed.

She keeps her cautious distance.

"Give me one of your shirts, joggers and the most fittest boxers."

Sam raises an eyebrow, smirking. "You know I have a mate, right?"

Feather's eyes narrow and she stifles a growl.

"Just get them, Sam."

"For what though? I'm not here for charity."

She grits her teeth. "It's for you future Aleph." She spits.

Sam's mouth almost falls open before a smug look takes upon his features.

"Don't lie to me, Fee-fee."

She doesn't resist her growl this time, and lungs forward to clutch his neck.

"Don't you dare call me that word again." Her eyes flashes for a second, just to inflict fear before she releases him. "And I never lie, you know that."

"What's the matter, honey-bear?" Rayna's voice is heard from behind.

Sam coughs a little and disappears inside the room. Feather hears him say something to the girl but doesn't pay much attention.

She's eager to just return to her mate.

Sam hands her two of his shirts, one black and the other red. Boxers, which will drown Feather's poor Omega, and a pair of joggers.

"I hope we'll meet him soon." He says sincerely.

Feather nods. "Yeah, after he adjusts. Thanks for this."

Getting a nod from Sam, Feather rushes back to her room, to her mate.

Butterflies flap in her stomach when she spots Florian standing in the middle of the washroom in his worn out boxer briefs only, shyly covering his chest with his arms.

Her wolf rumbles inside her, resisting the arousal that starts to bubble within.

She steps close and subconsciously raises her hand to touch him, but a flinch from the other is enough to pull her out of her trance.

"S-sorry. I- just- uh." Florian struggles to get words out.

"Hush, it's alright. I'm sorry for intruding."

"I-it's okay." He replies in a timid voice.

"I got you clothes. Now let's clean you up."

She leads him to the tub and as he fearfully gets in the water, Feather feels her bones cracking to shift when the state of his back comes in her view.

Red and puffy wounds cover his back, some are still raw and open, some a faded white line.

Her stomach churns, and it feels like she'd throw up. But sucks it up and smiles when he turns to her nervously.

Feather doesn't speak the rest of the time, just admires the childish happiness on her mate's face while she helps him wash up.

Rubbing his arms and body to lathering and rinsing his hair with shampoo, Florian lets her do everything.

Except washing his private parts.

But he pleads her to stay with him, with her back turned while he does so himself.

All the dirt and blood drain out. Feather wraps him in two fluffy towels. One for his head, and another around his body.

She hands him the clothes and leaves the washroom, with a happy heart and a wide smile.

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A/N:-

I feel like in my last story, I had very little fluffy scenes or romance. So, I'm gonna add them more in this one.

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