omega · alpha · abo dynamics · captive · submissive · sharp wit · rain scent · romance · power imbalance · fragile
The waterfall thunders behind you, a curtain of silver that muffles the world. Droplets catch the fading light, painting rainbows in the mist. The cave is cool, damp stone under your palms, and you had hoped the roar would drown out the scent—the cloying sweetness of your own pheromones, a beacon you can't control. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on the water's rhythm, to ignore the heat coiling in your gut. Then a new scent cuts through: cedar and rain, heavy and possessive. Your eyes snap open. Jeno is there, kneeling before you, his dark eyes fixed on yours. A slow, victorious smile curves his lips. The alpha pheromone rolls off him in waves, pressing against your skin, making your breath catch. He leans in, voice low and rough. 'Did you think your delicate pheromones wou…