Alpha Culinary Love

As the staff and I wrapped up the final tasks for the day, I took a moment to review our earnings. The register showed a total of 400,000 won, a solid day for "Flavors of Seoul." Feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment, I thanked the team once more and wished them a good night.

Stepping outside, I took in the cool night air, my breath visible in the crisp atmosphere. I made my way to my car, my thoughts buzzing with excitement and plans for the new branch. Sliding into the driver's seat, I took a moment to relax, allowing the day's events to wash over me.

The drive to the manor was peaceful, the city lights casting a warm glow on the streets. When I arrived, I noticed that Yura's car wasn't in the driveway yet. She must still be at work, dealing with the myriad responsibilities that came with her role as CEO. I parked and entered the house, feeling the comforting embrace of home.

Inside, the manor was quiet. I decided to prepare a light dinner for Yura and myself, hoping to surprise her when she got home. I put on some relaxing music and started chopping vegetables, losing myself in the rhythm of cooking.

Time passed, and as I was finishing up, I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. My heart skipped a beat, a smile spreading across my face. Yura was home. I quickly set the table, making sure everything looked perfect.

The door opened, and Yura stepped in, looking as elegant and composed as ever. "Welcome home," I greeted her with a warm smile.

She looked tired but smiled back, the tension in her shoulders easing. "Thank you, Jiyeon. It smells wonderful in here."

We sat down to eat, the comforting food and quiet atmosphere helping us both unwind. We talked about our days, sharing the excitement of our plans for the new branch and the challenges we faced. After dinner, we cleaned up together, enjoying the simple act of being in each other's company.

Later that night, as we settled into bed, I felt a deep sense of contentment. Tomorrow was another day full of possibilities, and with Yura by my side, I felt ready to face whatever came our way.

The next morning, I woke up feeling a bit different. My body felt unusually warm, and there was a peculiar tingling sensation in my skin. I sat up, trying to shake off the grogginess. Then it hit me: I was entering my period of estrus. As an alpha, this time of the month always brought heightened senses and a surge of emotions.

I glanced over at Yura, who was still sleeping peacefully beside me. Her strawberry-scented pheromones filled the room, calming and comforting. I couldn't bear the thought of being away from her, not even for a moment.

"Yura," I whispered, gently shaking her shoulder. "Wake up."

She stirred, opening her eyes slowly. "Jiyeon? What's wrong?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.

"I... I think I'm entering estrus," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I don't want you to leave my side today."

Yura sat up, concern and understanding in her eyes. "Of course, Jiyeon. I'll stay with you. Don't worry."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Just having her near made everything seem more manageable. "Thank you," I murmured, leaning in to kiss her softly.

The morning passed in a blur. My heightened senses made everything feel more intense. The smell of Yura's strawberry pheromones was almost intoxicating, and I found myself clinging to her more than usual. She took it all in stride, her calm and composed demeanor providing the stability I needed.

We decided to spend the day at home, avoiding any stressful situations. I felt like a child, needing constant reassurance and comfort. Yura patiently indulged my every whim, from making my favorite breakfast to watching silly movies together.

At one point, I insisted on baking cookies, something simple and comforting. As we worked side by side in the kitchen, I found myself laughing more easily, the light-hearted activity helping to distract from the intensity of my emotions.

"Yura, do you remember the first time we baked together?" I asked, my hands covered in flour.

She smiled, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "How could I forget? You insisted on making everything from scratch, and we ended up with a kitchen disaster."

I chuckled at the memory. "Yes, but the cookies turned out amazing in the end."

"That's true," Yura agreed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just like today."

We finished baking and sat down to enjoy the warm, sweet treats. The simple act of sharing cookies made everything feel a bit more normal. Despite the unusual circumstances, there was a sense of peace in being together, in knowing that we could face anything as long as we had each other.

As the day went on, my attachment to Yura only grew stronger. I didn't want her to leave my side, not even for a moment. Whenever she tried to step away, I would tug at her hand or wrap my arms around her, begging her to stay close.

"Jiyeon, I need to go to the bathroom," Yura said at one point, laughing softly at my clinginess.

"Can I come with you?" I asked, half-joking.

She shook her head, smiling. "I'll be right back. I promise."

True to her word, she returned quickly, and I immediately wrapped my arms around her. "I missed you," I mumbled into her shoulder.

"I was gone for less than a minute," she teased, stroking my hair.

"I know, but it felt like forever," I replied, not caring how childish it sounded.

The evening came, and we decided to watch a movie together, snuggled up on the couch. The comforting weight of Yura's presence, combined with her soothing scent, helped me relax. My clinginess was met with patience and love, and I felt a deep gratitude for having her in my life.

As the movie ended, we sat in comfortable silence, the only sound being the gentle hum of the credits rolling. I looked at Yura, feeling a surge of affection and admiration. "Thank you for today," I said softly. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

She smiled, her eyes filled with warmth. "There's no need to thank me, Jiyeon. I love you, and I'll always be here for you."

We decided to call it a night, heading upstairs to our bedroom. I held onto Yura tightly, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.

The comfort of her presence eased the turmoil of my heightened senses. As we settled into bed, I snuggled closer, my face nuzzling into the crook of her neck, her strawberry-scented pheromones calming me.

The next morning, I woke up feeling an even stronger pull towards Yura. My estrus was in full swing, and I felt an overwhelming need to be close to her. She was still asleep, her soft breathing a soothing rhythm beside me. I couldn't help but smile at how peaceful she looked.

"Good morning, my love," I whispered, kissing her gently on the forehead.

Yura stirred, opening her eyes slowly. "Morning, Jiyeon," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. She tried to stretch, but I tightened my grip, refusing to let her move.

"Stay with me," I pleaded, my voice sounding more childlike than I intended.

She chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I'm not going anywhere, Jiyeon. But we do need to get up eventually."

"Eventually," I echoed, nuzzling closer. "Just not yet."

We lay there for a while, wrapped up in each other. Every time Yura tried to move, I would cling to her tighter, unwilling to let her out of my sight. She indulged me with a patience and tenderness that made my heart swell.

"Alright, how about we get some breakfast?" she suggested gently. "I'll make your favorite."

"Only if I can come with you," I insisted, finally relenting enough to let her sit up.

Yura laughed, the sound light and melodic. "Of course. You can be my little helper."

We made our way downstairs, and I practically glued myself to Yura's side. She moved gracefully around the kitchen, gathering ingredients for pancakes. I followed her every step, not wanting to be apart from her for even a second.

"Jiyeon, can you get the eggs from the fridge?" she asked, a playful smile on her lips.

I nodded eagerly, opening the fridge and grabbing the carton of eggs. "Here you go," I said, handing them to her.

"Thank you," she said, placing a kiss on my cheek. "Now, how about you mix the batter?"

We worked together, the familiar routine of cooking breakfast making me feel more grounded. Yura's calm presence was a balm to my heightened emotions, and I found myself laughing and joking with her as we cooked.

At one point, I couldn't resist reaching out and swiping a bit of batter onto her nose. She gasped in mock indignation, then retaliated by smearing some on my cheek. We both burst into laughter, the kitchen filled with the sound of our joy.

Once breakfast was ready, we sat down at the table, enjoying the fluffy pancakes. I felt a sense of contentment, knowing that Yura was right here with me. I couldn't stop myself from reaching out to hold her hand, needing the reassurance of her touch.

After breakfast, Yura suggested we take a walk in the garden. "It's a beautiful day, and some fresh air might do us both good," she said, giving me a reassuring smile.

I hesitated, not wanting to be outside where others might see me in this vulnerable state. But Yura's gentle encouragement won me over, and we headed out to the garden. The fresh air and the scent of blooming flowers helped clear my mind a little, but I still clung to Yura's hand, not wanting to be apart from her.

We strolled through the garden, the morning sun casting a warm glow over everything. Yura pointed out different plants and flowers, sharing little anecdotes and trivia about each one. Her voice was soothing, and I found myself relaxing, my anxiety easing with each step. Experience tales at m v|l e'-NovelBin.net

As the day went on, my possessiveness only grew stronger. Every time Yura tried to do something without me, I would protest, my voice bordering on a whine. "Don't leave me," I would say, my eyes pleading.

"Jiyeon, I just need to grab something from the other room," she would explain patiently. "I'll be right back."

But even a few seconds felt like too long, and I would follow her around the house, unwilling to let her out of my sight. Yura took it all in stride, her calm demeanor never wavering. She made sure to keep me engaged, finding little activities we could do together.

We played board games, watched movies, and even did some light exercises in the living room. Through it all, I stayed close to Yura, my need for her presence overwhelming. She never complained, always finding ways to keep me calm and reassured.