Tw : dubcon
At this moment, as Suga bent to the ground, struggling to breathe, one thought dominated his mind— this was the first time he felt he might actually die from the sharp pheromones slicing through his throat. His body trembled, crushed by an invisible weight that felt like it was trying to pin and shatter him. Even voicing his pain was nearly impossible. Countless questions raced through his head.
Why suddenly?
Alpha prime pheromones—raw and unfiltered. The fact that Zion was doing this, possibly out of nothing more than petty spite, sent shivers of fear coursing through him.
Ah, right. This was probably his own fault. Looking back on their seemingly normal interactions had made him forget what kind of man Zion Hughes truly was.
