Chapter 78: Knotted by my ex’s Alpha Father -1

"You’re smelling like someone else again."

Kai said it without looking up from the kitchen counter. His hands stayed flat on the cool surface. Ren stood by the front door of the apartment they had shared for almost two years, jacket already half on, phone in one hand.

"Don’t start."

"I’m not starting. I’m stating a fact. You come home late. You shower before you even look at me. And when you do look at me, your eyes are somewhere else."

Ren let out a short breath. "I have work. You know that."

"Work doesn’t leave another omega’s scent on your neck."

Silence stretched. Kai finally turned. Ren’s shoulders were tight. The alpha’s usual rich, grounding scent carried something sweeter underneath, something that did not belong in this space.

"Who is it?"

Ren met his eyes. "Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"Someone from the firm. Higher placement. Better connections. Someone who doesn’t need constant reassurance every time I stay out late."

Kai’s stomach dropped. "So that’s what I am. Constant reassurance."

"You’re soft, Kai. You always have been. You cling. You ask for too much. You go into heat and expect me to drop everything. I’m tired of it."

"My heat is three days away."

"I know."

"And you’re still leaving."

Ren adjusted his jacket. "I already packed a bag. I’ll send someone for the rest later."

Kai crossed the room fast. He stopped in front of Ren, close enough that their scents mixed. His own was starting to edge toward the pre-heat sweetness that always made Ren’s pupils widen. Tonight it only made the alpha’s jaw tighten.

"Don’t do this. Not now."

"It’s already done."

Kai reached for the front of Ren’s shirt. His fingers curled into the fabric. "Then use me one more time. Please. If you’re going to leave, at least take what you want first. I can still be good for you."

Ren looked down at him. For a second something flickered in his eyes. Then it was gone.

"You always do this. Beg."

"I’m not begging. I’m offering." Kai’s voice stayed low. He pressed closer, letting his body brush against Ren’s. "You can fuck me however you want. Hard. Mean. I won’t complain. Just stay long enough to knot me. One last time."

Ren’s hand came up and gripped Kai’s wrist. He pulled it away from his shirt. "You’re already wet, aren’t you."

Kai swallowed. "Yes."

"Show me."

Kai stepped back just enough to unbutton his pants. He pushed them down along with his underwear. Slick had already soaked through the fabric. It coated the insides of his thighs, shiny under the apartment lights. He turned slightly, presenting without being told, back arched, legs apart.

Ren stared for a long moment. Then he moved. He shoved Kai toward the couch, not gentle. Kai landed on his knees on the cushions, chest against the backrest. Ren’s hands were rough when they grabbed his hips and pulled them higher.

"Stay like that."

Kai heard the sound of a zipper. Then the blunt head of Ren’s cock pressed against him. No preparation beyond the slick already dripping down Kai’s legs. Ren pushed in hard, one long thrust that forced a broken sound out of Kai’s throat. The stretch burned in the best and worst way. Kai’s body clenched around the thick length, greedy even while his chest ached.

"Fuck," Ren muttered. "Still so tight. Still so easy."

He started moving immediately. Deep, steady strokes that filled Kai completely each time. The wet sounds of slick and skin filled the living room. Kai gripped the back of the couch and pushed back to meet every thrust. His cock hung hard and neglected between his legs, leaking onto the cushions.

"Talk to me," Kai said, voice rough. "Tell me you still want this. Tell me something."

Ren’s fingers dug into his hips hard enough to bruise. "I want to come. That’s what I want."

He fucked harder. The couch creaked. Kai’s thighs trembled. Every drag of Ren’s cock dragged against the spot inside him that made his vision blur. Slick ran down both their legs. Kai’s scent spiked, sweet and desperate, filling the apartment. Ren’s own scent stayed controlled, almost clinical.

"Please," Kai whispered. "Knot me. Leave it in. Just once."

Ren didn’t answer with words. He slammed in deeper, hips snapping. One hand left Kai’s hip and fisted in his hair, yanking his head back. The new angle made Kai cry out. Pleasure and humiliation tangled together until he couldn’t separate them. His body was already close, the pre-heat sensitivity turning every thrust into something overwhelming.

"You’re going to come on my cock like the needy omega you are," Ren said, voice flat. "Then I’m walking out. Understand?"

"Yes. Yes, I understand. Just don’t stop."

Ren reached around and wrapped a hand around Kai’s cock. The touch was almost careless, but it was enough. Kai came hard, spilling over Ren’s fist and the couch, body locking down around the alpha’s cock in pulsing waves. The orgasm left him shaking, open and wet and still so full.

Ren didn’t slow down. He kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release. A minute later he pulled out completely. Kai made a broken sound at the sudden emptiness. Ren stroked himself twice and came across Kai’s lower back and the curve of his ass, white streaks against flushed skin. No knot. No staying inside. Just the external mess and the cool air hitting Kai’s open hole.

Kai stayed on his knees, breathing hard. Slick and come mixed and slid down the backs of his thighs. His body still fluttered, still wanting the knot that never came.

Ren zipped up. He wiped his hand on a discarded shirt from the floor. "Clean yourself up. Don’t call me."

Kai turned his head. His voice came out quieter than he meant. "You really don’t care."

"I cared enough to fuck you one last time. That’s more than you deserved after all the clinging." Ren picked up the small bag by the door. "You’re too soft for someone like me, Kai. Find an alpha who likes needy omegas. I’m done."

The door closed behind him. The lock clicked.

Kai stayed where he was for a long time. His body ached in the places Ren had held him. Slick continued to drip slowly onto the couch. The apartment smelled like sex and rejection, the sharp edge of Ren’s leaving scent already fading under the heavier weight of Kai’s own heat-slick and come.

He pushed himself up eventually. His legs felt unsteady. He walked to the bathroom without bothering to pull his pants back up. In the mirror his face looked flushed, eyes too bright. There were fingerprint bruises already darkening on his hips. Come dried sticky on his back.

He turned on the shower but didn’t get in yet. Instead he leaned against the sink and reached between his legs. Two fingers slid into the wet heat Ren had left behind. He fucked himself slowly, eyes on his own reflection, replaying every cold word. His cock twitched again, half-hard, useless. The second orgasm was smaller, almost painful, and it left him leaning harder against the counter.

When he finally stepped under the water he washed carefully. He scrubbed Ren’s scent from his skin as much as he could. It didn’t help the hollow feeling low in his belly or the way his body still craved an alpha’s weight.

Later, dressed in clean clothes that felt wrong against oversensitive skin, Kai sat on the edge of the bed they used to share. His phone sat in his hand. He opened a search he had never allowed himself before. Ren’s family. Public records. Photos from company events. One image loaded slowly: Ren standing beside an older man at some formal dinner. The older man had the same sharp jaw, the same dark eyes, but colder. Stronger. The caption named him Dorian Vale.

Kai stared at the photo for a long time. His thumb hovered over the screen. Heat was still three days away. His body was already preparing, slick threatening again just from the leftover ache between his legs. He thought about Ren’s parting words. Soft. Needy. Disposable.

He set the phone down and lay back on the mattress. One hand drifted under the waistband of his pants again, slow and deliberate. He touched himself while looking at the ceiling, imagining a different set of hands, older, more controlled. A different voice telling him what to do. A different alpha who might actually keep what he took.

By the time he came for the third time that night, quiet and bitter, the decision had already settled in his chest.

If Ren wanted to treat him like something that could be used and discarded, then Kai would become something else entirely. He would go after the one thing Ren still respected. He would make the father want him so completely that the son would have to watch every single second of it.

And he would enjoy every filthy minute.

Kai sat on the floor of the apartment with his laptop open and three browser tabs stacked on top of each other. The search history already looked obsessive. Dorian Vale. Age fifty-two. Widowed eight years. Controlling shareholder of Vale Holdings. Rare public appearances. No current partner listed in any society page from the last five years.

He scrolled through every photo he could find. Most of them showed the same man in dark suits, expression flat, posture straight.

The resemblance to Ren sat in the jaw and the eyes, but everything else was harder. Broader shoulders. Deeper set mouth. The kind of alpha who did not need to raise his voice to clear a room.

Kai spoke out loud to the empty apartment. "You look like you would not even bother with someone like me."

He clicked another link. An industry gala scheduled for Friday night. Private venue. Invitation only. Guest list partially leaked on a business forum. Dorian Vale confirmed.

Kai picked up his phone and called the one person who still owed him a favor from his old job at the firm.

"Maya. It’s Kai."