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pondphuwin

The soft glow of the early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a muted warmth across the room. Phuwin stirred, his body aching, his mind foggy with confusion. The events of the night before felt like a blur—a company dinner, drinks, laughter, and then... nothing. But now, the present hit him like a freight train. He blinked his eyes open, his heart pounding in his chest as he registered the sight beside him.

Pond.

His boss.

The CEO of Nara Company.

And they were both naked.

Phuwin's body tensed, every muscle seizing in realization. The ache between his legs was undeniable, the soreness unmistakable. It had been his first time. He pulled the sheets tighter around himself, trying to make sense of it, trying to recall every detail that led to this. But nothing made sense. Pond, married with children, was lying beside him, his chest rising and falling steadily in the peacefulness of sleep. How could this happen? How could he let this happen?

Phuwin's mind raced, anxiety clawing at him. Pond was married—his marriage arranged for business purposes, sure, but still, a marriage nonetheless. Phuwin had heard the rumors, seen the family photos, and though he had always kept his distance, it was impossible to ignore the cold, professional barrier that Pond had maintained for as long as Phuwin had been his secretary.

And now this?

Phuwin winced as he shifted in bed, the soreness making his predicament all too real. They had mated—there was no denying it. The bond between them, now irrevocably formed, pulsed like a lingering hum in the back of Phuwin's mind. Alphas couldn't mate more than one omega... unless...

The realization hit him like a brick to the chest. Pond hadn't mated his wife. He couldn't have. It was the only explanation. But why? Why had he done this to Phuwin, of all people?

Phuwin's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as Pond stirred beside him, his eyes flickering open. The coldness that usually adorned Pond's face was momentarily softened by sleep, but as soon as his eyes met Phuwin's, his expression shifted into something unreadable—calm, controlled, and calculating.

"Morning," Pond murmured, his voice low, the usual authoritative edge softened.

Phuwin swallowed hard, clutching the sheets to his chest, his voice barely a whisper. "What... what happened?"

Pond sat up slowly, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He looked at Phuwin with a mixture of feigned guilt and something else—something darker, something that made Phuwin's stomach churn with unease. Pond's next words were carefully measured, his tone deceptively casual.

"We had a lot to drink last night. Things... got out of hand," he said, though his eyes remained steady, betraying nothing of the satisfaction he felt underneath.

Out of hand? Phuwin wanted to scream. This wasn't just some drunken mistake. They had mated—Pond had marked him, bound them together in a way that could never be undone. And Pond had done it without protection, knowing full well what it meant for Phuwin. He could already feel the bond settling into his mind, the tug of connection that only deepened the longer he sat there in stunned silence.

"I... I don't understand," Phuwin stammered, his mind racing. "You're married. You... you shouldn't have been able to—"

Pond cut him off, his voice low, with a hint of something almost predatory. "I haven't mated my wife, Phuwin."

Phuwin's heart stopped, the full weight of Pond's words sinking in. He hadn't mated his wife. Which meant Pond had chosen him. This wasn't an accident. This wasn't some impulsive mistake. This had been deliberate.

Phuwin's mouth went dry as he looked into Pond's eyes, searching for answers, for some kind of explanation, but all he saw was the calm mask that Pond always wore, the same one that intimidated the entire company. And now, in this moment, it terrified Phuwin in a way it never had before.

"Why me?" Phuwin whispered, his voice barely audible.

Pond's gaze flickered, and for a moment, Phuwin saw the faintest trace of something predatory behind his cool, controlled demeanor. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a carefully constructed expression of remorse.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," Pond lied smoothly, leaning forward just enough to place a hand on Phuwin's arm. The touch was firm, almost possessive, despite the apologetic tone in his voice. "I got caught up in the moment. I should've stopped, but..."

Phuwin stared at him, his mind reeling. He wanted to believe it was just a mistake. He wanted to believe Pond felt guilty, that this could somehow be undone. But the truth lingered, heavy and suffocating in the air between them.

This had been no accident.

Pond had planned this.

Phuwin's heart pounded in his chest as the reality of the situation began to sink in. The mating bond, the fact that Pond hadn't used protection, the way he had taken Phuwin without a second thought. It all pointed to one undeniable conclusion: Pond had wanted this. He had wanted to mark Phuwin, to bind them together in a way that couldn't be reversed. And now... now Phuwin was left to pick up the pieces of his shattered reality.

"Why?" Phuwin asked again, his voice trembling. "Why did you do this?"

Pond's hand slid away from Phuwin's arm, but his eyes never wavered. He leaned back, his posture relaxed, as if they were discussing a business deal rather than the most intimate violation of Phuwin's trust.

"I've always had a plan, Phuwin," Pond said, his voice cool and steady, like he was explaining the weather. "My marriage was a necessity—something I did for the company and for my family. But it was never real. She's never been mine. And I've never been hers."

Phuwin's throat tightened, the weight of Pond's words pressing down on him like a vice. "And now... you think I'm yours?"

Pond's eyes darkened, his gaze sharp and unwavering. "You are mine. You've always been mine, Phuwin. You just didn't know it yet."

Phuwin's breath caught in his throat, panic clawing at him as he tried to process the enormity of what Pond was saying. This wasn't just some drunken mistake. This was a calculated move—one that Pond had clearly been planning for a long time.

"And last night," Pond continued, his voice soft but laced with control, "I made sure there was no going back. No protection. No barriers."

Phuwin's blood ran cold as the implications hit him. Pond hadn't just mated him—he had made sure Phuwin would become pregnant with his child. There was no escaping this now. No undoing what had been done.

"Why?" Phuwin's voice broke, tears welling in his eyes as the reality of his situation crashed down around him.

Pond's gaze softened ever so slightly, though the darkness in his eyes remained. "Because I wanted you, Phuwin. And now, I have you. Completely."

Phuwin trembled, his mind spinning in a whirlwind of disbelief, fear, and confusion. There was no escaping this. No undoing the bond that had been forged. And as Pond's hand reached for him again, possessive and unyielding, Phuwin realized with a sinking dread that Pond wasn't going to let him go—not now, not ever.