Alphas don’t respond to logic when they’re on edge. They don’t hear “no” when they’re locked in instinct. But submission, true submission, triggers something deeper.
Because Alphas are slaves too. Slaves to scent. To touch. To the very instincts they pretend to control.
That’s why they keep Omegas locked away in guarded homes and private compounds, because we undo them. We’re their ruin just as much as they are ours.
Beneath him, I stop moving, stop resisting. I offer him my throat, not out of fear, but knowledge. Besides, I know he won't mark me exactly like Brielle said. Omegas aren't marked, we are dominated. Yet I know the temptation will be enough to f**k with his head and his instincts. Because when an Alpha’s instincts are screaming to dominate, the only thing louder is the insti
