Every other intimate night Molaki had had was intense and rapid, two people trying to drink each other up for whatever time they had, dictated by the length of the darkness before dawn crept up on him. Even with his last girlfriend, who had all but moved in and played house for a spell, he hadn't felt the hesitation he felt as he walked up the steps with Asta in his arms, softly kissing his neck.
He was an Alpha. Not only that, he was AN ALPHA, one of the three most important people in Lyko, now. The reality was, he could now point to any single female in the village, and they would fall all over themselves to be committed to him and bare his young. So why was he so... nervous?
A moment of fear washed over him - was he afraid because he was wrong, that Asta wasn't his true pair after all? Was he afraid of the commitment?
