Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Better.

Arion’s expression didn’t change into a smile. Instead, his facial lines appeared to deepen, and the golden hue of his eyes darkened as they tracked Dean’s mouth movement. He didn’t pull Dean closer right away. His hands stayed where they were, locked in place, firm but strangely still, as if he were afraid that any more pressure would make Dean break again.

“I was told,” Arion said, his voice dropping into that gravelly register that usually preceded a total loss of composure, “that you needed ’space to process.’ Lucas and Trevor were quite clear. They seemed to think my presence was… counterproductive to your physical recovery.”

“Lucas and Trevor are politicians,” Dean snapped, his fingers tightening in the black fabric of Arion’s shirt. “Since when do you take medical advice from my father?”

“Since I felt your ribs give way under my weight, Dean.”

The honesty of it hit Dean harder than the physical impact of their fight ever had. For the last week, the absence of Arion’s weight – the lack of the man who usually insisted on being glued to his side, who had moved Dean into his private suite within days of his arrival in Alamina – had been a cold, loud silence. Arion had been a ghost in his rooms, hovering at the edges, watching Dean eat from across the table, sleeping on the far side of the bed as if the space between them were a minefield.

“I’m healed, Arion,” Dean whispered, his frustration bleeding into something more aching. “The doctors cleared me. The bruising is gone. But you’re still acting like I’m a moment away from breaking.”

“I can still feel where the bond dropped,” Arion countered, his thumb tracing the line of Dean’s jaw with an agonizingly light touch. “I can feel the silence you fell into. It didn’t feel like ’distance,’

Dean. It felt like you were gone.”

“So your solution is to stay away? To be careful?” Dean shook his head, pressing his forehead against Arion’s collarbone. “You wanted me here. You fought everyone to have me in this suite, in your space, under your skin. And now that I’m finally here, you’re treating me like a guest you’re afraid to offend.”

The static tension broke, and Arion’s grip finally changed. His arms tightened, pulling Dean flush against him with a sudden, desperate strength that finally felt familiar. The ’careful’ Alpha vanished, replaced by the possessive, shadow-drenched man who wanted Dean from the start.

“I was trying to give you a choice,” Arion hissed against Dean’s hair, his scent, vetiver and scorched earth, finally blooming in the room. “I thought if I didn’t crowd you, if I didn’t force the bond back into place, you might… you might find it easier to breathe.”

“Well, technically yes, but Arion, I’m as scared as you that I might break our bond again,” Dean admitted, the words muffled against Arion’s chest. “What if I can do it without realizing?”

Arion let out a low laugh. “That is impossible, but I can see why you are thinking like that.” The laugh faded from Arion’s voice. “I keep thinking what would happen if you weren’t so strong.” Any other omega would have been destroyed under my hand.”

“Another point of why we are so compatible,” Dean said lightly.

Arion didn’t mirror Dean’s light tone. Instead, his hold tightened, his fingers digging into the small of Dean’s back as if trying to fuse their spines together. He pulled back just enough to look down at him, his golden eyes burning.

“It isn’t a point of compatibility, Dean. It’s a miracle I didn’t kill you,” Arion said, his voice dropping into that low, jagged register that usually signaled a total shutdown of his diplomatic filters. “I spent seven days watching you move like you were made of porcelain because I was the one who cracked the glaze. I have never been afraid of my own strength until I saw it reflected in the way you flinched in your sleep.”

Dean’s hands tightened in Arion’s shirt, pulling him down until their foreheads collided. “I didn’t flinch because of you. I flinched because the room was too quiet. Because you were hovering by the window like a gargoyle instead of being where you belong.”

“I was giving you the space Lucas demanded,” Arion growled, though his arms were finally beginning to lock around Dean’s waist, the ’careful’ distance evaporating into the familiar, crushing heat of his presence. “He said you needed to ’re-establish your boundaries.’ He talked about ’trauma responses’ as if I were a stranger who had waylaid you in an alley instead of the man who shares your bed.”

“Lucas thinks in terms of political fallout and structural integrity,” Dean countered, his voice softening just enough to catch Arion’s gaze. “He doesn’t understand that the ’distance’ was doing more damage than the fight. I can handle a bruise, Arion. I can’t handle you looking at me like I’m a casualty you’re responsible for reporting.”

Arion’s scent, that heavy, suffocating mix of vetiver and scorched earth, finally surged, filling the gap between them until it felt like they were breathing the same air. The Alpha’s hand slid up the back of Dean’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair with a possessiveness that was far from ’medically recommended.’

“You aren’t a casualty,” Arion hissed against his lips. “But if you ever drop the bond like that again, if you ever make me feel that silence again, I don’t care what the doctors say. I will not leave the room. I will not give you a choice. I’ll keep you so close you won’t be able to tell where your heartbeat ends and mine begins.”

Dean felt the familiar, arrogant weight of Arion’s presence finally settle back into place, pinning him not just physically, but emotionally.

“Is that a threat, Your Highness?” Dean whispered, a small, worn smile finally tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Arion made a sound low in his throat. He tilted Dean’s head back, his eyes searching Dean’s face for any sign of flinching. Finding none, he closed the gap entirely.

The kiss was the desperate attempt of a man who had been starving himself for a week because he thought it was a punishment. Arion crowded him, backing Dean up until his back hit the door behind them.

When they broke apart, Arion didn’t move. He stayed hovering, his breath hot against Dean’s lips, his hands finally roaming with the possessive hunger Dean had been missing.

“Well, this is definitely better,” Dean said, with a mischievous glint in his purple eyes.

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