Breakfast

"Spade!" Arren smiled as he called the alpha's name, holding a tray in his hand. Spade seemed to be lost in thought when he came in and woke up from his voice. 

The alpha looked at him, and his gaze lowered, looked at what Arren was holding. Before he could say anything, Arren was already close to the bed, and he winked at Spade. 

"I made you a healthy breakfast," he said with a smile, and he put the tray on the bed while sitting beside Spade. "You need it to recover quickly." Of course, Spade was already mostly recovered though, but he was still a bit worried. The alpha had just woken up from a few days of coma, after all. 

He then laughed and leaned forward to whisper in Spade's ears, as the corners of his lips arched up in a mischievous manner. "Omegas can prepare a breakfast in bed for our alphas too."