It shouldn't be like this…
Her amethyst eyes go blurry, her head too empty to process anything. All she feels are the shortness of breath and the ache in her lower body, so painful that she digs her nails into her arm.
She took the suppressants, never missing it, but why…?
The delicate figure struggles into a musty alley to hide.
Despite the rain thinning out her pheromones, for a nebula, as a mutant, it's not that simple to erase the odor.
She's going to be in trouble.
Her body burns so immensely that the discomfort drives her to peel off her thick coat. Although she's well aware that her pheromones will spread even more in doing so, she has no choice. There's no way to resist this reaction in her body.
She kneads her breasts with her slender hand to ease it, her other hand clutching her thigh.
No. She must not dwell in this state.
It's a blind spot, but the approaching sunset might allow the monsters masking in the dark to appear and attack her.
Her throat is parched. Her skin burns so considerably that she crawls out into the rain to alleviate the heat tormenting her.
The flimsy dress clings to her skin, revealing the pastel bra covering her massive breasts. She attempts to pull the hem of her dress over her thighs, but it's too short.
Suddenly, she smells something fragrant. It arouses her wild desire, making her bite her lip to get it together.
Despite the saltiness in her mouth, she fails to resist the feeling and wriggles in pain.
What's that smell?
An alpha? A beta? Or a monster?
Her once brilliant brain is now in dizziness, unable to function. She certainly knows this scent.
She's smelled it before, but why is it slipping out of her mind?
A huge, dark shadow moves closer, slowly, in her blurry vision, and the scent intensifies. She shoves her hand inside her soaked dress.
This is too much.
She can't stop herself.
The stronger the scent grows, the more confident she is that this is an alpha's pheromones.
Once she feels the warm breath hitting her nose, the tiny bit of control she's been trying to maintain is gone. The girl leans toward the alpha and seals his curved lips with hers.
She hears his low groan responding to her touch. Her arms flail around aimlessly until he clasps both with one hand.
She feels a pang of pain as her dress is torn down its length. Her breasts hurt from the tight grip, drawing a cry out of her mouth.
"Scream," the low voice challenges. "If you want those alphas to hear you, go ahead and scream."
The slim figure suppresses her voice in her throat, knowing she already has no chance against this one alpha in front of her.
His scent is different from other alphas. It smells sweet, working like morphine that holds her back from retreating.
"A nebula?" There's a hint of surprise in his voice.
Overwhelmed by the exploding desire, the delicate figure has lost the ability to process anything, unable to even comprehend the alpha's voice over her ear.
"I'm right, ain't I?"
The delicate girl breathes rapidly when he zealously grinds his wet lips on hers, stealing her breath.
"Mm."
His thick tongue twirls inside her soft mouth, letting her taste the saltiness from the wound on her lip. Her lower body twinges from his groping hand.
Finally, he strips her thin panty, the last protection, off her slender legs, leaving red marks on her skin.
His warm breath brushes her ear, maximizing her sensual desire.
Her amethyst eyes meet his dark ones, yet her vision blurs. The alpha male senses the pleading in her eyes.
"What do you want me to do?" he asks teasingly, his voice quivering from the pheromones exuding everywhere.
"H, help me," her voice breaks off. The girl gasps when his fingers trespass her lower body.
"Mm."
"What's in it for me?" asks the alpha male, though he knows she can never get through this situation on her own.
"Anything." Her body squirms as he inserts his cold fingers deep into her softness. She cries out in pain, but the heat spreading all over her body numbs her lower part. "Anything you wish…"
Before she finishes the sentence, he yanks her delicate body onto his broad chest. At that moment…she realizes what he's about to do, yet the desire getting her body shivering weakens her to the point of submission.
No…
Even though her brain opposes his action, she can't resist his rough touch. The more he gropes her, the more her body reacts to his skin.
Don't…
"From now on, you're mine."
The girl shrieks as he buries his sharp teeth hard into her lower neck. She wriggles in pain, but he holds her still with his firm arms.
"And mine alone."
He licks the wound on the girl's neck and caresses her skin with his nose, inhaling her scent in captivation.
"And you'll never be able to get close to anyone else!"