WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
The living room was no longer a room; it was a pressurized chamber filled with the stifling, sweet scent of an Omega's sudden, triggered heat.
Arthur's pheromones didn't just drift through the air, they clawed, thick and demanding, stripping away Natalia's logic layer by layer until nothing remained but the ancient, deep-rooted instinct to answer his cry.
Every breath Natalia drew felt like inhaling liquid fire, the sweet scent coating the back of her throat and settling deep into her lower abdomen.
"Help me. Natalia, save me."
Those words, fractured and desperate, shattered the very last of her carefully constructed walls. Her ironclad self-control, the morals she had proudly stood by just minutes prior, dissolved into the burning atmosphere.
The complex societal rules, the careful boundaries they had negotiated, the fear of the future, all of it vanished, burned away by the sheer intensity of his distress.
