As Damián picked up the cigar again, he spoke calmly with a smile on his face, "Would you like to join me?"

  Aster promptly approached, taking two cigars from the elegant airtight box, one for himself and one for Emeline.

  Emelied somewhat uainly, "I've never smoked before."

  Aster replied calmly, "Don't worry, it's easy. I'll light one for you and show you how it works."

  Emeliated at first, but within minutes, she got the hang of it and started enjoying the cigar.

  Curious, she looked at Damián and asked, "Why did you open the boxes?"

  Damiá out a light ugh and replied, "Personal release. Open, look, and then fet!"

  Emeline remained intrigued and asked about the i at the hotel.

  Damián calmly responded, "I ask you, who are we?"

  Damián looked into Emeline's eyes and, in a serious tone, replied, "Look at me and look at Aster. Look at us, Emelihis world of power doesn't belong to us, and I'll expin to you..."

  As Damián pted Emeline's red eyes, a wave of childhood memories washed over him. He remembered how he used to tell stories to expin things to younger children. He always believed that the harsh truth was too difficult to grasp for such young minds. Now, years ter, he found himself in a simir situation, using artifice to soften the reality. It was curious how life brought him back to the past, reminding him of his psychological strategy.

  Damián began to tell a story, adding a touch of light humor to the versation. "Once upon a time, a frog was sitting under a tree and overheard two beautiful birds talking about a party in the sky. The party was for all the feathered animals that could fly and would take p a big cloud. The frog, upon hearing this, became excited and sad at the same time because he wao join but had hers or the ability to fly. Determio reach the sky, he started sulting various animals in search of a solution."

  Emeline listetentively, curious about the e between the frog story and their current situation.

  Damián tinued, "A wise animal finally helped him by crafting wings for the frog. They gathered feathers of various sizes, tied them with strings, and secured them with wax, so they wouldn't e off. The frog ended up with perfect wings, resembling those of birds. However, he was warhat he couldn't fly for too long and should be cautious of the sun."

  Emeline reized the metaphor behind the story and added, "And the frog, ented by the sky, the wind, and the birds' songs, fot about the sun..."

  Damián smiled ironically and said, "His wings melted, and the frog plummeted, fell, and died..."

  Damián replied sarcastically, "Frogs don't get gss slippers... The frog falls and dies."

  Aster cluded, uanding the parallel with their situation, "We are the frog, and those people are the beautiful birds of the sky..."

  Aster, taken aback by Damián's words, felt a chill run through his body, assimiting the meaning behind those words.

  Emeli her lip, expressing a mixture of apprehension aermination as she listeteo Damián's words. She uood that the situation they were in could have ive sequences, but she also grasped the importance of dealing with the Alphas' pheromones in a trolled mahe Alpha prison posed a difficult challenge, but they o find a solution to protect themselves and their freedom.

  But don't worry, Emeline; Jack has given us some hope, and that fuels my determination to find a solution.

  With a fident look, Emeline agreed with Damián, showing her support.

  Emelihe room, leaving Damián and Aster alone. Damiá a weight on his chest—the financial issue that was affeg them.

  With a serious expression, Damián looked at Aster and began to speak. His tone of voice reflected the that ed him.

  "Aster, we o talk about something that has been deeply b me. This financial situation... It's far from what I used to have."

  He paused for a moment, searg for the right words to express his frustration.

  "The gallery has been holding up well; sales are reasonable, but we 't ignore reality. We are far from the values we used to possess. (dramatic), I am... poor, Aster."

  Damián sighed, feeling a mix of sadness and indignation. It was hard to accept the drastic ge in his financial dition, especially after having built a fortune in my previous life.

  Aster looked at Damián, his eyes refleg a mix of challenge and curiosity. He hesitated for a moment before speaking: "You spent years saying that money wasn't important and that money didn't fill your void. And now, suddenly, money is important; where were those years of mentations?"

  Damián stared at him, uanding his friend's question. He reflected for a moment before responding, "A satiated soul treads on honeybs." Money is indispensable when you don't have it. It's not a matter of valuing moself, but rather reizing that it is a means to achieve the freedom and stability we need.

  The day, as Aster dedicated himself to his tasks as the curator of the art gallery, a security guard wearing a bck suit ehe space. He carried with him an immense bouquet, carefully arranged.

  Intrigued by the presence of the security guard, Aster approached to receive the gift. The security guard extehe bouquet with a solemure, veying a sense of importand secrecy.

  The bouquet ectacur, posed of red roses, symbols of intense and passionate love. Each flower seemed perfectly selected and arranged, exuding an aura of romand mystery.

  Apanying the flowers was a small card, elegantly pced among the petals. Aster picked up the card with curiosity, noting the impeccable handwriting ad its surface.

  "Those who truly appreciate art know how to value their curators. Appreciate the flowers a yourself be surprised by destiny. These flowers are a symbol of; my appreciation for the special person you are. I invite you to an intimate dinner where we , share ideas and inspirations."

  Sincerely, Callum Campbell.

  Aster couldn't resist the curiosity and brought the card closer to his face, inhaling the subtle st that seemed to emanate—from its pages. A delicate aroma, carrying a hint of Callum's characteristic perfume. A smile spread across his face, refleg the happihat gesture brought him.

  Years of living under pressure, suffocated by duties and obligations, had left Aster without crity about what he truly desired for his life. It was the first time in a long while that he found himself fag an unknown path, unsure of which dire to take.

  Even though that gesture was merely a maion of pheromohe simple fact of receiving that kindness from Callum leasant. It was as if, for a moment, obligations and social ventions were set aside, allowing Aster to ect with a genuine and spontaneous feeling.

  As he lost himself in thoughts and ehe st of the card, Damián arrived by his side, making a sarcastic remark:

  "Oh, how predictable, the iic red roses."

  Aster looked at Damián with an amused smile. "You know how romantiventions go, Damián. Red roses are a cssic symbol of passion and love. It seems like Callum is following the script."

  Damiárically rolled his eyes. "Ah, the good old romantic script. Is Callum trying to seduce you, Aster?"

  Yes, yes, yes...

  Aster smiled at Damián aehe card toward him. "See for yourself, Damián. Callum is invitio an intimate dihe invitation is quite romantic, don't you think?"

  At the end of the day...

  "Listen to me carefully, Aster. I know you haven't had maionships i years," Damián said, with a serious yet rexed tone of voice. "For you to be initially desired, attractive, and fident, you o be prepared."

  Damián was aware that Aster hadn't had aionships after Emma's death. He would start with light subjects, the basics, and the beginning.

  Given the circumstances, he tinued, sihis omega gender is highly nuclear—you must be ready to hahis type of situation.

  Aster nodded slowly, still processing the information he was receiving. He never imagihat Damián would have this kind of versation with him, but he knew his friend was trying to help.

  Damián, oher hand, was pletely at ease with the subject, adopting a rexed and fident stance. He seemed to be pying the role of a mentor—imparting his knowledge—in a casual but purposeful manner.

  Damián tinued: with a serious expression, "I believe it's important for me to share some of my knowledge about sex with you, as it's something you should sider in a partnership or even for yourself."

  Damián proceeded, "Let's start with some basiotions. In sex, you think about shared pleasure, but it's also valid to sider your pleasure and satisfa."

  Let's start with some basic positions you try, such as cavalcade, reverse cavalcade, and doggy style (of four), and also explore moans and oral teiques.

  In the cavalcade position, maintain an angle of approximately 90 degrees to allow your parto engage in some manual as. Be prepared for this stimuting iion.

  In the reverse cavalcade position, you don't have to directly face your partner, but it's important to give and receive feedback. Run your hands through your hair aively look back, creating a seductive gaze.

  The doggy style position (of four) be exg and embarrassing, but it's indispensable to remember that he will have a privileged view of your buttocks and... (°°)

  In ultra-HD resolution, in maximum definition, so be careful!

  Now, let's talk about moans, narratives, and some sound behaviors during sex. Choose one or two that i you:

  1. There are those who prefer to use dirty words and make a lot of noise.

  2. The earthquake or the blender, without warning, starts trembling, making you wonder if they are unwell or simply enjoying themselves.

  3. There are also the more timid ones, who emit only a hmmm.

  4: Those who like to teach you something and ask you to keep doing everything all the time.

  5: The tireless moaners who don't stop, they just keep going and going.

  6: There are also gentle and polite moans, with soft sounds that bring a sense of refi and pleasure.

  7: However, the moans iyle of singers who moan in tune, as if they were singing, releasing a harmonious ooooh, always make me tempted to pay for the ticket just to listen. The in-tune one is my favorite.

  8: The dead or expressionless, where the person remains pletely silent, without making any sound, as if they were an inftable doll.

  Aster listetentively, feeling a slight freeze as he absorbed Damián's information. He hadn't had romantiters in years and had never been involved with men before. However, he reized that Damián was trying to help him in the best ossible, no matter how dired detailed the approach was.

  An expression of surprise and curiosity mixed on his face as Aster tried to assimite the tips shared by his friend.

  He pondered how this knowledge could be applied to his own experieaking into at his preferences and personal boundaries.

  Before Aster left, Damián offered o piece of advice to his friend. With a serious and thoughtful tone, he said, "Aster, remember that the beginning of an evening doesn't necessarily defis oute.

  If you start the night arguing or in a bad mood, there is still a ce to turuation around and make it memorable. However, if you start well and end poorly, it leaves a feeling of frustration and disappoi. But you have to achieve a perfectly bad ending."