fragile Pheromones

In Their Most Desperate Hour

"Brats, why don’t you just come over here quietly? I don’t bite," one of the rogue alphas sneered, his voice grating with false sweetness—a mocking lilt that made the hairs on the back of one's neck rise. He crouched low like a predator trying to coax prey closer with a smile.

"No,"

came the twins' unified answer—sharp, certain, and eerie in its maturity. They stood small and defiant, their eyes glinting with something too intimidating, too aware for their age. A tremor of something unnatural rippled through the air as they spoke.

It was impossible. Omegas didn’t awaken their inner wolves until adolescence—twelve, maybe fourteen if early. But this…this wasn’t normal.

The rogue alphas shifted uncomfortably feeling threatened, glancing at one another. These children couldn’t have been older than six.

The leader, the strongest among them, approached with the lazy confidence of a seasoned predator. His pheromones poured into the air like a thick fog as he knelt before little Lola staring directly into her eyes. Her pupils immediately dilated. Her legs buckled. The alpha smirked and then chuckled, low and cruel. "Three can play at this game, child." three can play.

Before her knees could fully collapse, Kole moved—lightning fast. He shoved himself between Lola and the alpha, his tiny chest heaving. "What did you do to her!?" he cried, voice trembling with rage, eyes gleaming with fury.

Lola had begun convulsing—her body unresponsive, her eyes wild. Foam bubbled at the corners of her mouth. Kole’s snarl was low and guttural, animalistic—completely and wholly impossible for a boy his age.

The alpha jerked back in shock for half a heartbeat eyeing the child in front of him.

aren't they supposed to be omegas, he asked himself feeling conflicted.

They’re not normal, he thought, unsettled. They’re not like other omegas.

could they be a different breed, obviously curious now.

Then, something in him snapped. He lunged and snatched Kole into his arms.

"You're strong, but I’m stronger," he growled, tossing the child with inhuman strength up a low embankment like a ragdoll.

Lola shrieked, "Kole!"

Two other alphas grabbed her roughly, laughter bubbling from their throats, oh" you've done it now, they chanted clearly amused.

The scene turned frantic. Kole, dazed but still conscious, clawed back down the hill. His small fists pounded the earth as he reached for his sister must protect his small voice whimpering from the pain of being treated like a doll. His eyes were pools of terror and fury, golden rims glowing faintly in the shadow.

"Must protect," Lola rasped. Her limbs twisted violently in the alphas’ grip. "Must protect…" she repeated, voice cracking with something primal.

Suddenly, from her nailbeds, claws erupted—real, sharp, feral. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream before letting loose a roar that did not belong to a child. The wind shifted violently, her skin began to heat up, the alpha's were hesitant to let her go.

Kole’s eyes flared—his body trembling on the edge of something unnatural the alpha's pheromones were getting to him he felt like he was erupting out of himself.

His scent changed stronger and bitting.

A strange, shimmering mist escaped his skin, soaking the air in thick, intoxicating pheromones that left the alphas staggering. Then his body began to burn—literally. Steam rose from his skin. His small frame trembled as if trying to contain something much larger, he instinctively reached out for Lola's hand, as the alpha was trying to prove his dominance over a child.

"Lola!" he cried out.

"Don’t touch him!" she screamed, bucking with supernatural rage. "DON’T TOUCH HIM!"

But the world tilted—and they couldn’t break free. The alpha holding Kole loomed above him with terrible intent although Lola had no idea what exactly these alpha's wanted but she knew full well that they were really bad guys by the way they were treating her precious twin brother.

she could feel a feral entity bursting from within her, and whatever it was was trying to help her save her brother, but something was hindering it from eruption, all she could do was buck she felt a strange mist escape from her skin and she Immediately became noticed the alpha's holding her weaken and loosen their hold on her.

Kole," she whispered under her breath.

her eyes rolled back in her head.

And then—like the snap of divine intervention—a sharp voice rang out from the far end of the road.

"OFFICERS! OVER HERE!"

A frail old woman, sporting a apron, sprinted toward them waving frantically. Behind her, armed alpha enforcers raced in. The rogue alphas barely had time to react before the law was upon them.

"What in the name of all things sacred are you doing!?" one officer shouted, fury and disgust etched into every line of his face. They tackled the young alphas to the ground. One was tased without hesitation. Another received a crack across the skull with a baton.

"This is a capital offense!" screamed one of the older officers. "You could burn for this!"

"Where is your conscience?" bellowed another, slamming a knee into the back of the largest rogue. "They're children!"

The old woman didn’t wait. She ran to the twins, gasping as she reached their tiny, burning bodies. "Something’s wrong—they’re not breathing right—help them!"

"They’re convulsing," an officer noted, alarm spreading. "They’re... sweating gallons?"

"The closest clinic is two towns away!" another officer said, voice strained as he ziptied one of the rogues.

“That won’t do,” muttered the old woman. She lifted both children into her frail arms. They were burning up—scalding to the touch—but she held on, teeth clenched, and began to run.

The children locked hands instinctively. Despite their agony, their connection anchored them. They didn't cry. They shook and shivered and whispered things no child should Understand. Protect. Stay together. Protect. Must Protect.

Finally, she reached a house nestled on top of the hill. She pounded on the door. "Open up! it's The children—something’s wrong!"

The door swung open and the twins mother gasped, her expression crumbling into horror. "What happened!?" what happened? she asked frantically.

"Rogues," the old woman said breathlessly, "Wild ones. It was a brutal."

" honey!" the mother screamed into the house. "Get down here now!"

A man ran to the doorway and scooped the children into his arms, his expression unreadable. He glared at the old woman, but she only pointed back toward the road. “we stopped them,” she said. “Barely.”

he kissed his babies and rubbed their hair that was soft, dry, and curly, when they left the house earlier.

now it was drenched in sweat and pheromones and matted to their head.

The father laid the twins on the couch, gasping at the heat radiating from their skin. "They're on fire," he muttered. "They're not supposed to be this hot. This isn’t a normal fever. This is—"

he grabbed his coat and headed out the door to hurry to the nearest physician. for medicine and help.

Suddenly, it began to rain. A strange, thick downpour .

And in the flickering candlelight of their home, something began to happen to the twins’ sudden glowing eyes, fur secreting in and out of their skin continually, cold sweat and burning fevers, pheromones leaking out unconsciously thick and sharp as nettles.

Something that had not yet awakened.

But Oh, was it trying.

there father never made it back because of the storm his body was found trapped beneath a landslide.

the twin's mother couldn't bare the pain of loosing her husband because of her children, so she ran away and never came back.

leaving the twins to fend for themselves and grow up stronger than before.

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