The Alpha's long lost heir
Chapter 251: Perfection

Chapter 251: Perfection

Nyx stirred awake, her lashes fluttering as the soft morning light streamed through the curtains. A warm arm was draped over her waist, and she felt the steady rise and fall of Oberon’s chest against her back. His scent masculine, familiar, safe, wrapped around her like a second blanket.

She turned slightly, finding him already awake, his golden eyes watching her.

"You are staring again," she murmured, voice still laced with sleep.

Oberon smirked. "I like watching you sleep." His fingers traced lazy circles on her bare shoulder. "You always look so peaceful... for once."

She scoffed lightly and stretched, pressing her forehead against his. "And what do I look like when I am awake?"

He chuckled. "A menace."

Nyx rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. "Then why do you stay?"

His arm tightened around her, pulling her flush against him. "Because you are my menace." He brushed his lips over her forehead, then her nose. "And I would not have it any other way."

A soft hum left her lips as she nestled closer. "Flatterer."

Oberon kissed her jaw, his voice softer now. "Truthful."

Nyx sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. "I could stay like this forever."

His fingers slid into her hair, gently massaging her scalp. "Then do not move."

She laughed, tilting her head up to meet his lips. The kiss was slow, unhurried—warm like the morning sun. When she pulled back, her fingers traced the sharp line of his jaw.

"Are we just going to stay in bed all day?" she teased.

Oberon smirked. "That depends." His hand slipped beneath the sheets, fingers grazing her waist. "Are you planning to run away?"

Nyx shook her head, a playful gleam in her eyes. "Not today."

"Good." His lips brushed hers again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Then we have all the time in the world."

Nyx let out a small laugh as Oberon rolled her onto her back, his weight settling over her like a comforting warmth. His hands framed her face, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks.

"You are too comfortable," she teased, running her fingers through his hair.

"Is that a complaint?" He arched a brow, his smirk deepening.

She pretended to think. "Maybe."

Oberon huffed, dipping his head to nip at her neck, making her giggle. "You are trouble."

"And you love it."

He hummed against her skin. "More than I should." His lips trailed lazily along her collarbone before he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. "Tell me something, Nyx."

She blinked up at him, her fingers still tangled in his hair. "What?"

"Do you ever regret this?" His voice was softer now, almost hesitant. "Us?"

Nyx’s smile faded slightly, not because she doubted, but because she knew how much the answer meant to him. She cupped his face, her thumb brushing over his bottom lip.

"Never," she whispered. "You are the only thing I am sure of, Oberon."

His eyes darkened with something unreadable—something deep, raw. He kissed her again, slower this time, like he was memorizing her.

When they parted, Nyx sighed contentedly, brushing her nose against his. "Now, are we going to stay in bed all day, or are you going to feed me?"

Oberon groaned, dropping his head onto her shoulder. "You ruin every moment."

She laughed, patting his back. "You should know by now—I get hungry. I am housing a pup in me"

He lifted his head, shaking it in mock defeat. "Fine. But you owe me another kiss after breakfast."

Nyx grinned. "Make it a good meal, and we will see."

Oberon smirked, rolling off her and stretching. "Then I better impress you."

As he stood and pulled on his trousers, Nyx watched him with a fond smile, her heart warm. She had him, and that was enough. She was being appreciative of the fact he was making conscious efforts to make her comfortable and happy.

Nyx lay back against the pillows, stretching her arms above her head as she watched Oberon pull on his shirt. He glanced at her over his shoulder, smirking as he caught her staring.

"Miss me already?" he teased.

She rolled her eyes, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "I am just curious if you are actually going to bring me breakfast or if you plan to bribe someone else to do it."

Oberon huffed, "You have no faith in me."

"I know you." She propped herself up on her elbows. "I doubt you even know where the kitchen is."

His exhaled, "Oh come on, you do not have to make me sound like some lazy old man."

Nyx laughed. "Fine, prove me wrong."

With a mock bow, Oberon headed toward the door. "Stay put, troublemaker. I will be back."

She watched him disappear down the hallway, then sank into the pillows, enjoying the rare morning of peace. The bed smelled like him, and the lingering warmth of his body made it even harder to move.

Time slipped by, and just when she considered going after him, the door creaked open. Oberon stepped in, balancing a wooden tray in his hands. The scent of fresh bread, eggs, and something sweet filled the air, making her stomach growl.

Nyx sat up, eyes widening slightly, "You actually did it."

Oberon scoffed, carrying the tray over and settling it onto her lap, "I said I would." He leaned down, brushing his lips against her forehead, "You should doubt me less."

She smirked, examining the spread. There was a plate of eggs, warm bread, sliced strawberries, and a cup of tea. Everything looked surprisingly well-prepared. She raised a brow. "Did you make this?"

He sat beside her, reaching for a piece of bread. "That is not important."

Nyx narrowed her eyes. "So, you had help."

Oberon tore a piece of bread and popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly. "I supervised."

She laughed. "That is what I thought."

Oberon smirked and picked up a piece of strawberry, holding it to her lips, "Are you going to eat or keep interrogating me?"

Nyx arched a brow but leaned forward, taking the fruit between her lips. The burst of sweetness made her hum in approval. "Fine," she said, swallowing, "I will let you off this time."

"Generous of you."

He picked up a piece of bread next, brushing it along her bottom lip before slipping it into her mouth. His fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary, and when she looked up, his gaze was fixed on her with something unreadable, something deep and warm.

"You enjoy this," she murmured, chewing, humming as she chewed.

Oberon smirked, picking up another piece of the strawberry, "Maybe," He held it to her lips again, watching as she took it. "I love taking care of you."

Nyx swallowed, the intimacy of his words settling deep in her chest. She reached for the cup of tea, taking a slow sip before setting it back down.

"You could have woken me up earlier," she murmured.

Oberon leaned back against the headboard, his arm draping around her shoulders, "You looked too peaceful."

Nyx sighed, resting against him. His body was warm, his scent wrapping around her.

"You always watch me sleep," she mused, tilting her head up to look at him.

He smirked, "You always look like you are dreaming about something serious."

She flashed a smile, "Maybe I am dreaming of you."

His fingers traced idle patterns on her shoulder, "Then I hope they are good dreams."

She nodded. "They are."

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence. Oberon continued feeding her small bites, his touch lingering every time his fingers brushed her lips. It was an unspoken kind of affection, one that needed no words.

Then, Nyx sighed dramatically, "I suppose you expect something in return for all this effort."

Oberon smirked, "Naturally."

She turned toward him, her fingers t

racing his jaw. "What do you want?"

"All of you," he growled lowly.

Nyx chuckled, her fingers still tracing along Oberon’s jaw. "So, was this really about feeding me, or were you just looking for an excuse to spoil me?"

Oberon smirked, his golden eyes gleaming, "Can it not be both?"

She hummed, pretending to think about it, "I suppose it can."

He shook his head with amusement, his fingers slipping beneath the sheets to rest against her waist, "You are insufferable."

"And yet, you love me."

His expression softened, the teasing edge fading into something deeper, "I do," He pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a moment, "More than you know."

Nyx exhaled slowly, letting the warmth of his words settle in her chest. She tilted her head up, brushing her lips over his once more before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze.

"I know," she murmured, "Because I love you just the same."

A rare, almost boyish smile tugged at his lips. He traced a finger down her arm, his touch light as a feather. "Then I suppose I will have to keep making you breakfast."

She laughed, leaning into him, "I will not stop you."

Oberon sighed dramatically "So demanding."

Nyx grinned, resting her head against his shoulder. "Get used to it. I am pregnant."

He tightened his arm around her, tucking her closer, and for a while, they just sat there,wrapped in warmth, in quiet affection, in the simple joy of being together.

Nyx shifted, letting the tray slide onto the bedside table as she turned fully toward Oberon. Her fingers traced slow, lazy circles against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath.

"You are unusually sweet this morning," she mused, tilting her head.

Oberon smirked, catching her wrist and bringing it to his lips, "Only because you deserve it," He kissed her palm, then the inside of her wrist, his lips warm against her skin.

Nyx’s breath hitched slightly, but she masked it with a soft laugh, "Careful, Oberon. You are spoiling me."

"Good," he murmured, pulling her onto his lap with ease. She straddled him, her dress pooling around her thighs as his hands settled at her waist, "Maybe then you will stay in bed all day with me."

Nyx smirked, her fingers running through his tousled hair. "Tempting."

Oberon’s hands slid up her back, his fingers teasing along her spine. He watched her closely, his golden eyes darkening as he leaned in. His lips brushed over her collarbone, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along her skin.

Nyx exhaled slowly, her hands gripping his shoulders, "You are distracting."

He chuckled against her skin, his tongue flicking against her pulse. "Is that a complaint?"

"Maybe."

Oberon growled playfully, his grip tightening as he rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. His weight was warm, solid, and she felt the slow, deliberate press of his body against hers.

"You are playing a dangerous game, Nyx," he murmured, his nose brushing against her cheek.

She smirked, fingers sliding down his back. "And if I am?"

His response was another kiss, deeper this time, filled with quiet intensity. Nyx melted into it, her arms winding around his neck. She could taste the faint sweetness of fruit on his lips.

His hands roamed, tracing the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist. He moved slowly, savoring every inch of her like he had all the time in the world.

Nyx arched slightly beneath him, her breath coming faster, "You are taking your time," she teased.

Oberon pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his smirk laced with mischief, "You are impatient."

"Maybe," she admitted, running her nails lightly down his chest.

He groaned softly at her touch, his fingers tightening on her waist. Then, with deliberate slowness, he dipped his head, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear.

Nyx gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Oberon—"

"Say my name again," he murmured, his teeth grazing her skin.

A shiver ran down her spine. "Oberon," she whispered, softer this time, a breathless plea.

He rewarded her with another deep kiss, his body pressing her further into the mattress. The world outside their room did not

matter. Morning could wait.

For now, there was only this—only them.