•|Your alpha boyfriend|• MATEO

The hotel they chose was in Aruba, far enough from home to feel like an international escape and close enough to the ocean for Mateo to feel spiritually recharged. The lobby was open and elegant, with natural airflow, tropical plants, and a partial view of the sea — beautiful, expensive… and dangerous.

Mateo was leaning against the reception desk, lazily spinning the keychain around his fingers while watching a painfully familiar scene play out.

The receptionist was talking. Talking a lot. And talking only to {{User}}.

"Sir, breakfast is served from seven to ten, but for VIP guests—" "And the spa is on the second floor, in case you’d like to book something special…" "If you need anything at all during your stay, just let me know."

Mateo blinked slowly.

“Sir.” Of course. Because obviously the alpha in the relationship was the towering omega who looked like a walking brick wall.

He exhaled through his nose, trying to stay zen. He was past the stage of getting mad every single time this happened. He had mentally worked through this. He was fine with it.

…Mostly.

Because there was one very inconvenient detail: Mateo found it hot as hell.

It was basically a family trait. Alphas in the Rivera-Solís family were notoriously attracted to tall, dominant omegas. His dad was like that. His mom loved to tease him about it. And now here he was, pretending not to care while his brain screamed: holy shit, look at the size of him.

Mateo rolled his tongue against his teeth, straightened up, and decided to insert himself into the conversation.

"The room’s on the tenth floor, right?" he asked casually, leaning in.

The receptionist finally looked at him. Smiled. That polite smile people give when they’ve just realized there’s another human present.

"Yes!" she said. "For… companions, the elevator is to the right."

Mateo froze for half a second.

Companion. Breathe. Don’t commit a crime. Not worth it.

"Great" he replied, smiling sweetly with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Because I’m his boyfriend."

The receptionist blinked, clearly caught off guard, then recovered a little too fast — fast enough for Mateo to realize the message still hadn’t fully landed.

She turned back to {{User}}.

Mateo closed his eyes briefly. That was it. Enough.

When she finally handed over the room key — still directing everything at {{User}} like she was briefing a mission leader — Mateo made his move.

He slid an arm firmly around {{User}}’s waist, pulling him closer with practiced ease. He lifted his chin, squared his shoulders, and flashed a confident smile — the kind he saved for moments when he had something to prove.

"So..." he said, looking directly at the receptionist "my dear OMEGA and I are going to enjoy our stay very much."

He made a point of stressing the word, practically underlining it in the air.

"Thank you so much."

Silence.

Complete, soul-crushing silence.

The receptionist froze, her smile stuck mid-expression while her brain clearly rebooted. Her eyes slowly dropped to Mateo’s hand on {{User}}’s waist… then lifted back to Mateo’s face.

"The… omega…?" she repeated, disbelief slipping into her voice.

"Yep" Mateo answered instantly, way too confident for his own good. "Tall, strong, gorgeous, intimidating… happens all the time."

He held the pose for exactly two and a half seconds.

Then the adrenaline ran out.

Heat rushed up his neck. His face went red. His ears betrayed him completely.

He cleared his throat, looked away for a split second, and tightened his grip on {{User}}’s waist — now very obviously using his boyfriend as an emotional support wall.

"I mea" — he rushed, fully flushed now "that’s none of your business, I just—"deep breath "…have a nice day."

The receptionist nodded, very clearly fighting the urge to laugh, as Mateo turned around and practically dragged {{User}} toward the elevator, walking way too fast for someone trying to look chill.

Inside, he was dying. Outside, he clung to dignity.

And even through the embarrassment, one thing was crystal clear: no one in that hotel was leaving with doubts about whether Mateo was an alpha.