Ran's pov:
"P'Sang, why are you shirtless?" I muttered feeling the body infront of me, "is this a habit of yours?" A familiar voice asked but it wasn't p'Sang's.
I quickly opened my eyes and there was Nat looking at me with an irritated expression, "or is it a norm for you to be in bed with your bodyguard every morning?" He added.
I quickly sat up looking back at him shocked, I looked at my body that had marks on every single spot on it. "How did you get here, I didn't call you last night." I asked.
"Sang called me!" He replied.
"That fucking Rat!" I muttered under my breath.
"Back to my question, why would you think that I was Him?" He asked sitting up and looking at me with the same irritated look.
"I'm so sorry, I'm just used to falling asleep next to him or i sometimes I just drag him in my bed in the morning." I replied.
"What's your relationship with Sang, because I'm not really comfortable with you calling me another's man name after spending a night together." He stated his voice cold than usual.
I froze at his words, feeling a sharp pang of guilt twist in my chest. Nat's tone wasn't loud or angry, but the coldness in it was enough to cut through me. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out.
"Well?" he pressed, his gaze locking onto mine. "What exactly is going on between you and P'Sang?"
"There's nothing like that!" I blurted out, shaking my head quickly. "Sang is just… he's always been by my side. Since I was a kid. He's like family."
Nat's eyes narrowed slightly, clearly unconvinced. "Family? You drag family into your bed every morning?"
"It's not like that!" I insisted, my voice cracking slightly. "I don't even realize I'm doing it most of the time. Sang doesn't care—he never has. It's just… it's just a habit, okay?"
Nat leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's not okay, not if you want anything to happen between us."
His words hit me like a slap in the face, and I felt my cheeks burn with shame. "What do you want me to do for you to forgive me?"
He leaned in closer like her was about to kiss me, "I'm not P'Sang, I'm P'Nat, call me by my name" he said like he was demanding me.
"Nat." I said nervously my voice barely audible, "not Nat, call me P'Nat like you were calling out to me last night.
My breath hitched as his face remained close to mine, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that made my heart race. His tone wasn't harsh—it was firm, commanding in a way that made me both nervous and strangely comforted.
"P…P'Nat," I whispered, feeling my cheeks flush with heat. The word felt heavier now, carrying a weight I didn't fully understand but couldn't ignore.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "That's better," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost teasing. "I'm not asking for much, Ran. Just respect me for who I am—not someone else."
"I do respect you!" I said quickly, sitting up straighter. "I swear, P'Nat, I didn't mean—"
He silenced me by gently placing a finger against my lips. "Shh. I know," he said quietly. "But actions speak louder than words, don't they?"
I nodded slowly, feeling my heart thudding against my ribcage. His finger lingered for a moment longer before he pulled back, his expression softening.
He gently cupped my face and pulled me in for a kiss
His touch was warm and steady, his hands firm yet tender as they cupped my face. My breath hitched, and before I could think or react, he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against mine.
It was gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if he were waiting for me to pull away. But I didn't. Instead, I found myself leaning into him, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me as my eyes fluttered closed.
The kiss deepened, his confidence growing as I responded. His lips were soft, yet there was a controlled intensity to the way he kissed me, as if he wanted to tell me everything he couldn't put into words. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, my body warming in a way that had nothing to do with my impending heat.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against mine, his breaths coming in soft, uneven puffs. His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence wasn't awkward; it was heavy with unspoken feelings.
Suddenly he lifted me up onto his laps and started kissing my neck, "looks like your heat have went down a little." He mumbled his lips still on my body.
"P'Nat I please stop licking their." I muttered as he started licking my nipples, "you like it when I do this, you said you're self last night don't you remember." He replied my nipples still in his mouth.
"Mm… Your going to trigger my heat." I moand bitting my lips. "It's okay, I'm here I'll take care of you."
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As I left the Tharaporn building, I couldn't help but wear a smile on my face—a genuine one, the kind I hadn't felt in what seemed like forever. The cool evening breeze brushed against my skin, but for once, it didn't chill me. If anything, I felt lighter, like a weight I hadn't realized I was carrying had been lifted.
I replayed the moment in my mind, the way Ran had looked at me, the softness in his eyes, the way his lips felt against mine. My chest warmed at the thought, and I found myself chuckling softly under my breath.
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After a long bus ride I was finally home, as I entered the house Mae and Mali were in the living room watching tv. "P'Nat you're back, did you bring my hamburger, fries and milkshake?" Mali asked jumping up from the couch and run up to me.
"Yes, I bought some for you and mom." I replied
Mali's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands excitedly. "Thank you, P'Nat! You're the best!" She grabbed the bag from my hands and raced back to the couch, already pulling out her burger.
Mae glanced over with a soft smile. "You spoil her too much," she said, though her tone held no real reprimand.
"She's growing," I replied with a shrug, setting the other bag down on the coffee table. "Besides, it's a small thing. Did you eat yet, Mae?"
"I was waiting for you," she admitted, pulling her shawl tighter around her shoulders. "I figured you'd want to eat together."
I smiled, touched by the simple gesture. "Let me just wash my hands, and I'll join you."
As I walked to the sink, I could hear Mali chatting away with Mae, her excitement bubbling over as she described some cartoon she'd been watching. The sound filled the house with warmth, and for a moment, the stress of the day melted away.
When I returned, Mae had already set up the plates. "Sit," she said, patting the spot next to her. "You've been out all night. You must be exhausted."
When I returned, Mae had already set up the plates. "Sit," she said, patting the spot next to her. "You've been out all night. You must be exhausted."
I gave her a tired smile and slid into the seat she'd prepared. "It wasn't that bad," I said, though my body begged to differ. "Thanks for waiting."
Mae poured me a glass of water and placed it in front of me. "You say that, but you look like you've been running all over town. What were you doing so late?"
I hesitated, not sure how much I wanted to share. Mae had a way of reading between the lines, and I knew she'd press if she thought something was off. "Just… helping a friend," I said finally, taking a sip of the water.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't push. "Must be some friend, keeping you out until morning."
I looked away, pretending to focus on my plate. "It wasn't like that."
Before Mae could dig any deeper, Mali ran into the kitchen, holding her half-eaten burger. "P'Nat! P'Nat! Can we watch a movie after this? Mae said we could stay up late!"
I raised an eyebrow at Mae, who shrugged with an innocent smile. "She means stay up late again. Someone's been bending the rules while I'm gone, huh?"
Mae laughed, unbothered. "She's a kid. Let her have some fun. Besides, it's not like you were around to enforce the rules last night."
Mali tugged on my arm, her big eyes pleading. "P'Nat, please? Just one movie? You can even pick it!"
I sighed, already feeling my resolve crumbling. "Alright, one movie. But no complaining if I pick something boring."
Mali squealed with excitement and ran off to prepare the living room. Mae leaned back in her chair, giving me an amused look. "You're too soft on her."
"She's my little sister," I replied, finishing the last of my food. "And besides, she's got you wrapped around her finger too."
Mae chuckled, shaking her head. "Fair enough. But you should rest after the movie. You're running on fumes."
"Yeah," I said, the events of the night catching up to me. "I will."
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Ran's pov:
"You look Offaly happy, what happened to you" p'Akara asked as I walked into the dining room.
I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders as I took a seat, "did go that well?" P'Sa asked. "What went well?" P'Akara asked still confused.
"Just be self aware sweetheart, you're a a dominant omega so you have high chances of getting pregnant. So use a lot of protection." Mom stated.
"Mom!" I exclaimed, I could feel my cheeks turn red at her comment. I can't even keep my sex life a secret since they always eyes on me.
"Wait, you had sex? Since when? Who's the alpha!?" P'Akara exclaimed.
"Sit down you air head, it's no big deal." P'Sa said. "How can you say it's nothing when our precious baby brother has lost his innocence!" He whined.
"P'Ka, please stop!" I said my face turning a bright red.
"Let your brother breath, now sit down." Dad who was Offaly quiet spoke up
P'Akara reluctantly sat down, still pouting dramatically. "I can't believe you didn't tell me first. I'm your favorite sibling, aren't I?"
"You're not my favorite anything right now," I muttered, covering my face with my hands. "Can we just eat breakfast without making my life a public discussion?"
"Not when it's this juicy," P'Sa said with a smirk. "So, are you and Nattawut officially together?"
I paused for a second, though I spent my heat with p'Nat we didn't really talking about what were now, "I don't know, I'm waiting for the right time."
"Right time, don't tell me he dined and dashed on you!" P'Akara gasped!
"P'Ka, can you not?" I groaned, burying my face in my hands again. "He didn't 'dine and dash.' He's not like that."
"Well, did he at least say something sweet before he left?" P'Sa asked, leaning forward with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes.
"Yeah, like, 'I'll call you,' or 'let's make this official,' or even 'see you later'?" P'Akara added dramatically. "Please tell me he didn't just walk out without a word."
I glared at him, my cheeks burning. "He didn't just walk out, okay? He stayed until I fell asleep. He… took care of me." My voice softened as I remembered Nat's gentle touches and soothing words. "He's not the kind of guy who would just leave without saying anything."
P'Akara's dramatic expression melted into a genuine smile. "Aww, look at you, all soft and in love. It's adorable."
"I'm not in love," I snapped, though my heated face betrayed me. "We haven't even talked about it yet."
"Why not?" P'Sa asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're a grown adult, Ran. If you want something serious with him, you have to communicate. He's not a mind reader."
"I know that," I muttered, fidgeting with the edge of my sleeve. "I just… I don't want to ruin what we have by rushing things."
"Rushing?" P'Akara scoffed. "You've already slept with him. The ship has sailed, little brother."
"P'Ka!" I hissed, my face burning hotter. "Can we not?"
"Okay, okay, I'll stop," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But seriously, Ran, don't overthink it. If he stayed with you through your heat, it means he cares. Just talk to him when you're ready."
"Exactly," P'Sa added with a nod. "And remember, we're here for you. Even if it's just to tease you endlessly."
"Thanks, I guess," I muttered, though I couldn't help but smile a little. Despite their relentless teasing, I knew they meant well. And maybe they were right—maybe it was time to stop overthinking and start being honest with Nat.
TBC