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The Los Angeles sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the sleek condo in West Hollywood, casting a golden glow over the open-plan living space. Sophia hummed softly as she bustled around the kitchen, arranging a charcuterie board with cheeses, olives, and fresh baguette slices. Her omega scent, light and floral, like jasmine in bloom, wafted through the air, a comforting constant in the home she shared with Manon. Today was special, her best friend Leon was flying in from the Philippines for a two-week visit, and Sophia couldn't contain her excitement. They'd been inseparable since childhood, sharing secrets, laughs, and a bond that time and distance hadn't eroded.
Manon lounged on the sectional sofa, scrolling through her phone with a forced nonchalance. As Sophia's alpha, she prided herself on her protectiveness, but Leon? That alpha grated on her like sandpaper. Sophia had mentioned him enough times for Manon to piece it together: the lingering glances in old photos, the way Leon's messages always carried an undercurrent of something more than friendship. Manon knew the signs, alphas in love didn't hide their claim well, even if they tried. And Sophia, sweet and oblivious, had insisted he stay with them in the condo instead of a hotel. 'He's family, Manu,' she'd said, batting those big brown eyes. Manon had grumbled internally but pasted on a smile. Tolerate him? Sure. Like she'd tolerate a splinter.
The buzzer sounded, and Sophia squealed, dashing to the intercom. 'He's here!' She buzzed Leon up, then flung open the door just as he stepped off the elevator, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Leon was tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair tousled from the flight, a warm grin splitting his face as he enveloped Sophia in a bear hug. 'Soph! God, it's been too long.' His hands lingered on her back a beat too long, thumbs tracing the curve of her spine before he pulled away.
Manon watched from the couch, her jaw tightening imperceptibly. She rose smoothly, extending a hand with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. 'Leon. Welcome to LA. Flight okay?'
'Yeah, smooth enough,' Leon replied, shaking her hand firmly, his gaze flicking to Sophia with unmistakable affection. 'Thanks for having me. Soph said you guys have an extra room?'
'We do,' Manon said, her tone clipped. 'Though I did suggest the Hilton down the block, better views.' She shot Sophia a pointed look, but her omega just laughed it off, linking arms with Leon and pulling him inside.
'She's exaggerating, Manu thinks I'm a bad host,' Sophia teased, winking at Leon. 'Remember that time in Manila when we snuck out for halo-halo at midnight and got caught by your mom?'
Leon barked a laugh, his hand brushing Sophia's arm as he set his bag down. 'How could I forget? She chased us with a slipper for blocks. You were screaming like a banshee.'
Manon forced a chuckle, sinking back onto the couch. Inside jokes already. Great. She crossed her legs, her alpha instincts prickling at the easy familiarity between them. As they chattered about old time, school pranks, family trips, Manon's eyes narrowed every time Leon's touches strayed: a playful nudge to Sophia's shoulder, fingers grazing her wrist when handing her a water bottle. Each one felt like a challenge, and Manon met it with a glare sharp enough to cut glass.
Dinner that evening was takeout sushi spread on the coffee table, the three of them cross-legged on the floor like old friends. Or two old friends and a reluctant third wheel. Sophia animatedly recounted a story from their teen years, her laughter bubbling as Leon leaned in, his knee bumping hers 'accidentally.' Manon's chopsticks paused mid-air. 'So, Leon,' she interjected, her voice laced with honeyed sarcasm, 'what's the plan for your stay? Sightseeing? Or just reminiscing about the good old days while ignoring the alpha who's actually mated to her?'
Sophia shot her a warning glance, but Leon just grinned, unfazed. 'A bit of both. Soph promised me a hike in Griffith Park tomorrow. You joining, Manon?'
'Sure,' Manon replied, her smile tight. 'Wouldn't miss a chance to go out with my beautiful Omega.' She reached over then, cupping Sophia's chin and pulling her into a deep, possessive kiss. Tongues brushed briefly, Manon's hand firm on her neck, marking her territory right there in the living room. Sophia melted into it for a second before pulling back with flushed cheeks, swatting Manon's arm lightly.
'Behave,' Sophia murmured, but her eyes sparkled with amusement.
Leon cleared his throat, averting his gaze to his plate. Manon smirked inwardly. Message received.
The next day, they hit the trails at Griffith Park under a clear blue sky. Sophia walked between them, her athletic wear hugging her curves, ponytail swinging. Leon kept pace on her left, pointing out landmarks and slipping into Tagalog phrases that made her giggle, inside jokes Manon couldn't decipher. When Sophia stumbled over a root, Leon's hand shot out to steady her elbow, holding on far longer than necessary, his thumb stroking her skin.
Manon's blood simmered. She stepped closer on Sophia's right, draping an arm around her waist and tugging her flush against her side. 'Careful, princess,' she murmured, loud enough for Leon to hear, before tilting Sophia's face up for another searing kiss. This one lingered, Manon's lips claiming every inch, her alpha scent flaring possessively, earthy and commanding, drowning out Leon's subtler notes.
Sophia broke away breathlessly, cheeks pink. 'Manu... we're in public.'
'Just making sure you don't trip again,' Manon said innocently, shooting Leon a triumphant glance. He looked away, jaw set, but said nothing.
By evening, back at the condo, the tension had Manon coiled tight. They'd ordered pizza, and as Sophia and Leon sprawled on the couch flipping through photo albums on her phone, laughing over blurry beach selfies and awkward prom pics, Manon paced the kitchen, pretending to clean up. Every peal of laughter twisted the knife. Leon's arm brushed Sophia's as he leaned in to see a picture, his fingers trailing her forearm. Enough.
Manon strode over, plucking the phone from Sophia's hand. 'Bedtime, baby. Long day.' She pulled Sophia up, wrapping her in a hug that turned into another heated kiss, this one with teeth nipping her lower lip, hands roaming her hips. Leon shifted uncomfortably, excusing himself to the guest room with a mumbled goodnight.
Later that night, in the master bedroom, Sophia folded laundry on the king-sized bed while Manon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. The air was thick with unspoken words. Sophia glanced up, her knowing gaze locking on Manon's stormy expression.
'What?' Manon prompted, pushing off the frame.
Sophia set down a folded shirt, tilting her head. 'You're jealous.'
Manon scoffed, sauntering closer. 'Jealous? Of who? Leon? Never. I would never be jealous of that wet-soil-smelling excuse of an alpha like him. Pfft, him? He's got nothing on me.'
Sophia rolled her eyes, a fond smile tugging her lips. 'Manon, that was mean.'
'Why are you defending him?' Manon asked, suspicion sharpening her tone as she stopped inches away.
Sophia chuckled softly, reaching out to trace Manon's jaw. 'Because he's my best friend, Manu. You're exaggerating.'
'No, I'm not,' Manon insisted, her voice dropping. 'You two are so close, and he definitely is in love with you.'
Sophia shook her head. 'Don't be ridiculous. He's not.'
Manon stepped closer, crowding her space. 'Well, I'm the alpha here, and I know how other alphas react when they love somebody.'
Sophia met her eyes, her tone turning teasing as she looped arms around Manon's neck. 'Well, that's not a problem, though. 'Cause I'm pretty sure I have my alpha.'
A slow smile spread across Manon's face, her hands settling on Sophia's hips. 'Yes, you do.' She pulled Sophia into a hug from behind as her omega turned back to the laundry, chin resting on her shoulder. Sophia chuckled, leaning into the embrace.
But Manon wasn't done. Her hips pressed forward, grinding her growing erection against Sophia's ass through their clothes. The friction sent a spark through both of them, Sophia's breath hitching.
'Manoooon,' Sophia whined, half-laughing, half-moaning as she tried to focus on folding a pair of jeans. 'You sneaky little alpha. Let me finish folding my clothes first.'
Manon nipped her earlobe, voice dropping to a husky whisper. 'Is Leon home?'
Sophia nodded, still trying to stack socks. 'Yeah, I think he's home. Now let me—'
'No,' Manon growled, her grinding insistent, cock hardening fully against Sophia's curves. 'Gotta show Leon who you belong to. I'll make you scream my name so loud that he finally gets the memo. He's gonna know you belong to me.'
The words ignited something in Sophia; her pupils dilated, omega instincts flaring at the possessive promise. Slick began to gather between her thighs, her body responding to her alpha's dominance. She dropped the clothes, turning in Manon's arms with a needy whimper. 'Manu...'
Manon didn't waste time. She backed Sophia against the bed, stripping her tank top and shorts in swift, efficient motions, exposing her omega's soft skin, full breasts heaving with anticipation, nipples already pebbled. Sophia's hands fumbled at Manon's shirt, yanking it off to reveal toned abs and the bulge straining her sweats. Manon shoved them down, her thick cock springing free, veined and throbbing, tip leaking pre-cum.
'On the bed, princess,' Manon commanded, voice rough. Sophia obeyed, spreading her legs wide, pussy already glistening with slick. Manon knelt between them, gripping Sophia's thighs and yanking her closer. She thrust in without preamble, burying her cock to the hilt in one powerful stroke. Sophia's back arched, a gasp turning to a moan as her walls stretched around the girth, clenching greedily.
'Fuck, Manu—yes!' Sophia cried, nails digging into Manon's shoulders.
Manon set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against Sophia's ass with each plunge. The bed creaked loudly, headboard thumping the wall, no mistaking the sounds from the guest room down the hall. 'Louder, baby,' Manon grunted, leaning down to capture a nipple in her mouth, sucking hard while her cock pistoned deeper. 'Scream for me. Let him hear.'
Sophia obliged, her voice rising in ecstasy. 'Manon! Oh god, Manon, harder!' Her legs wrapped around Manon's waist, pulling her in, pussy fluttering as pleasure built. Manon shifted, hooking one of Sophia's legs over her shoulder for better leverage, the angle letting her grind against that sensitive spot inside.
'Call me daddy,' Manon demanded, teeth grazing Sophia's neck, scenting her fiercely.
'Daddy!' Sophia wailed, the word sending her over the edge. Her orgasm crashed through her, pussy spasming, slick squirting around Manon's shaft as she shook.
Manon fucked her through it, relentless, her own release building. 'That's it, princess, cum on daddy's cock. Show him you're mine.' She pounded harder, the wet sounds obscene, echoing in the room. Sophia's cries grew hoarse, another climax ripping from her as Manon finally knotted, swelling thick at her base and locking them together. Hot cum flooded Sophia's womb in pulsing jets, Manon roaring her name as she ground deep.
They collapsed, tied and panting, Manon's arms caging Sophia protectively.
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the kitchen where Sophia stood at the stove, flipping pancakes in a loose robe, her body still humming from the night before. Manon sidled up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, chin on her shoulder. 'Morning, baby,' she murmured, nipping Sophia's neck and grinding lazily against her ass.
Sophia laughed, swatting at her hands. 'Behave, Manu. Breakfast first.'
The guest room door creaked open, and Leon shuffled in, hair disheveled, cheeks already tinged pink as he avoided eye contact. He poured coffee with unsteady hands, the embarrassment radiating off him.
Manon's lips curved into a smirk. She tightened her hold on Sophia, pressing a kiss to her temple. 'Oh, good morning, Leon. Sorry about the noise last night. I hope we didn't disturb you too much.'
Leon choked on his sip, face turning beet red, stuttering as he set the mug down. 'Oh n-no, it's... fine. Really.' He couldn't meet their eyes, shifting awkwardly.
Sophia rolled her eyes at Manon's antics, elbowing her gently. 'Ignore her, Leon. Pancakes?'
But the damage was done. Leon mumbled through breakfast, excusing himself early to 'check flights.' By afternoon, he'd booked an earlier return to the Philippines, claiming work emergencies. As he hugged Sophia goodbye at the door, briefly this time, under Manon's watchful glare, Manon felt a surge of triumph. Her omega was hers, and no childhood friend was changing that.