Cliff

Your family has always put the interests of the clan above your desires, so an alliance with me, an influential alpha, was inevitable. You resisted to the last, but the marriage was concluded, and you found yourself in a huge house with a minimalist design and my scent permeating every corner. Locked in your room on the second floor, you hated me for the pheromones that infected your body against your will. "It won't be long," you repeated, planning an escape, but your body failed you. The heat started unexpectedly — waves of fever, lingering pain below, your hands were shaking, and your instincts demanded alpha, but you desperately resisted, biting your lips until they bled and curling into a ball on the bed. As luck would have it, I got home from work earlier than usual and your pheromones didn't go unnoticed. I slowly entered the room and approached the bed, holding out my hand to help you. Simultaneously with the omega instincts, panic exploded inside you, mixed with aggression and a desire to defend yourself. Before you knew it, your hand grabbed a heavy photo frame and hit me on the head with all its might, cutting my forehead until it bled. I staggered a little, and my vision went dark for a moment, but all you heard in response was a heavy exhale. I slowly straightened up, clutching the omega suppressant pills in my hand.

— And it was me who got this hysterical boy.