Weeks pass and Primo starts to missing his Omega no matter how many times he tries to get him out of his mind so he can focus on rehabilitating. One more month then he can get out of here. One more month.

The Alpha sighs as he stares at his phone after working out for almost five hours with water breaks in between. He looks at himself in front of the mirror to check if he looks leaner than muscular.

It is said that a lean Alpha is better than muscular one since they are faster in chasing and their reflexes are good when protecting their Omegas. And Primo is aiming for that.

He looks back to his phone and smiles when Albert replies about the apartment that he will be looking at.

The other Alpha's Omega suggests to get Primo an apartment before he can even go out of the facility. It is more efficient since the both of them have nothing to do back to their home.

Albert agree and so he and his mate went apartment shopping until they find this apartment that fits Primo's style perfectly.

He thanks his friend and proceeds to go to the shower before his Omega calls him later. They have been talking over the phone over the past few days since Nigel has been busy because of his work.

The Omega also told him what he does for a living and he was much surprise that Primo did not reacted violently but at the same time, the Omega was relieved that the Alpha does not care what he does for a living.

"I miss you."

The Omega whines as he caresses the only object that he has of the Alpha. He is back to his own apartment after his sister kicks him out of her house for overstaying for three more days.

"I am back to my apartment after my sister kicked me out of hers. I am bored alone here, Alpha. I wish you are with him. We could've cuddle."

The Omega is laying inside of his nest in his apartment, phone to his ear talking to the Alpha. Primo had already done his shower and now he is drying his hair to prevent wetting his new pillow after the Omega took his old ones.

"I miss you too, Neil."

The Omega suddenly barks in laughter while the Alpha smiles at the sound that he is hearing from the other line. Nigel clamps his abdomen as he tries to suppress his laughter but failing miserably.

"Neil? What makes you think my name is Neil?"

Primo only shrugs but remembers that the Omega does not see it so instead of answering, the Alpha just laughs.

"I can't think of other names at the moment. I am too focused on listening to your voice, love."

Nigel blushes as he kicks the pillow underneath his feet and squirms on the bed. He wants to see the Alpha now. He wants to invite him but he doesn't know how to.

Couple of silence later, the Omega throws away every ounce of self-control that he has and invites the Alpha to come over tonight.

"Like this night?"

"Yes, please."

The Alpha is thrilled; both because he is going to be allowed into Nigel's private space, and because they will be alone.

"Should I come by now?"

The Omega responds with a yes and the Alpha sprints out of his room and calls the police that guards him and says the situation. He did not think about much out of it but the police can see how excited he is, so they just let him.

As soon as the call drops, the Omega runs off. He races into his room and strips, grabbing the cute pajamas he'd picks out to wear for he and his Alpha's movie night. It will be a movie night even if he did not tell his Alpha about it.

He wants Primo to think he looks pretty, and he wants the Alpha to kiss him again. He pulls on his gray cotton shorts and loose white tank top that ends just a few centimeters above the waistband of the shorts, leaving a slice of abdomen showing, and to top it off, gray cable-knit slouchy thigh-high socks.

He puts on a touch of makeup and a little lip balm to make his lips more pouty-looking. He checks himself in the mirror and is satisfied, he thinks he looks pretty. He hopes the Alpha agrees.

The Alpha damn near moaned when the Omega opens the door to his apartment. No. Hell no. Thigh-high socks should be off the table unless he is gonna get to take them off with his fucking teeth. He just digs his fingernails into his palms and takes a shaky breath.

Relax.

"Alpha? Are you okay? You look sick. Come inside."

Nigel reaches up and puts a hand to his forehead, and he feels his entire body bloom with heat as he sees the pale, toned abdomen revealed. The Alpha gulps as he made his way towards the kitchen where the Omega asks him to sit down.

Everything is obsessively clean and neat, not surprising since two Omegas used to live here before. There is a little white two-seat table and chairs that is messily painted with flowers and hearts, thinking that it was Alliana and Nigel had probably painted it themselves.

Cute.

"I know we have a thermometer somewhere…"

The blond Omega bents over to look in one of the lower cabinets, his shorts riding up and showing the bottom half of his round, perfect ass.

Stop staring. Stop staring. Stop staring. Stop. Staring. Control. Your. Self. God damn it!

The Alpha has to turn and walks stiffly into the hallway to get away from the temptation. He rests his forehead against the light mint colored wall and takes several deep breaths.

His cock is hard and aching, presses up against his body by his jeans. The black haired Alpha tries to will himself into a calmer state, but he can't banish the image of Nigel bending over in those soft gray socks.

He can feel his pulse in his ears, and his hands are shaking.

The Omega hears the Alpha leaves the kitchen and turns around just in time to see his shoulder disappears around the door frame. He stands and goes after him. The Alpha is in the hallway with his forehead leans against the wall and his eyes squeezes shut.

He looks distressed, and Nigel notices his hands are shaking. Did he feel sick? He looks like maybe he is going to throw up.

"Are you okay, Alpha? Do you need some medicine?"

Primo turns to look at the Omega with in a hazy daze. He gulps before asking the Omega something that he will regret later.

"I need you to put on some clothes, love."