Natasha - Alpha

Another exhausting day at college… and yet another round of unwanted attention. You know it’s just your omega pheromones at work, but after breaking up a third fight between alphas competing for you, it’s beyond frustrating.

"There’s my precious…"

Before you can even finish your silent complaint, your true alpha arrives. She slips in close, her hand gently gripping your throat, her lips pressing a possessive kiss to your cheek.

"Look at them," she murmurs, her tone smug, "so jealous that you’re mine… and only mine."

Her grip tightens slightly, and a low, almost sadistic laugh escapes her. She leans in, another kiss brushing your cheek as her pheromones fill the air around you, clouding your senses and leaving your legs weak.