Mate Bond Brawl: Fighting For The Rejected Luna

Jasmine

In the context of alpha-omega dynamics, the impact of an alpha's pheromones on an omega can be significant. When an alpha releases pheromones, they can affect an omega's behavior, emotions, and even physiology.

An alpha's pheromones can draw an omega in, making them feel an intense attraction and arousal. This can be overwhelming, making it difficult for the omega to resist the alpha's advances.

Not only that but an alpha's pheromones can also induce a sense of submission and compliance in an omega. This can lead to a decrease in the omega's assertiveness and independence.

Alphas can use their pheromones to manipulate an omega's emotions, making them feel calm, relaxed, or even euphoric. However, this can also be used to control or manipulate the omega's emotions.

An alpha's pheromones can trigger physiological responses in an omega, such as increased heart rate, dilated pupils, or even a sudden onset of heat. In some cases, an alpha's pheromones can facilitate bonding and imprinting between the alpha and omega. This can create a strong emotional connection between the two.

And my sadistic mate, Alpha Ryker Wolverine, the leader of the Eclipse Pack, knew this all too well. I do not remember who my parents were but I grew up knowing that I am an omega. Whether it's true or not, I will never know because even now that I am eighteen years old, I have not yet shifted.

I do feel my wolf but she does not talk to me. I can only feel her presence and sometimes her emotions. I have since accepted my identity as an omega because my wolf is just too weak and submissive. Traits that I loathe but have no power to change.

The first time I knew that Alpha Ryker was my mate, I was thrilled, but the next thing he did left me feeling anything but impressed. Ryker leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on me as I busied myself in the kitchen. He could sense my awareness of him, the way my heart rate increased and my hands trembled slightly.

With deliberate slowness, Ryker let his eyes drift shut, focusing on the subtle scent he was about to release. His pheromones, rich and heady, wafted through the air, carrying with them the unmistakable mark of an alpha.

My hands stilled, my head jerking up as if I had been slapped. My eyes, wide and unfocused, locked onto Ryker's face. I know that he could see the conflict written across my features. The instinctive response to an alpha's pheromones warring with my sense of self-preservation.

"No, no, no," I whispered to myself, my eyes darting around the kitchen as if searching for an escape. But my body seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move or look away from Ryker. This was not my will but my wolf's. I could not help the hatred I felt for my wolf.

Mates are supposed to be equals but she was already giving in to our mate's manipulation on the first meeting! Even though the whole pack considered me weak and unremarkable, I could tell that Ryker was no good for me. I expected my wolf to see through his manipulation but she turned a blind eye. The very reason why Ryker later abused me, left, right, and center!

Ryker's lips curled into a cruel smile as he watched me struggle. He knew exactly what he was doing. Pushing me, testing me, and making me confront the depths of my desire.

My inner monologue was a jumbled mix of fear, arousal, and desperation:

Why is he doing this? Why can't he just leave me alone? I hate this, hate the way my body responds to him, hate the way my mind goes foggy and I can only think of him... But what if he rejects me again? What if he doesn't want me, but just wants to torment me?

As Ryker's pheromones continued to wash over me, I felt my resolve crumbling. I was trapped, caught in a web of my desire and Ryker's deliberate manipulation. Ryker's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with triumph. He knew he had me right where he wanted. Helpless, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. This was the beginning of my undoing. Ryker broke me in every way possible.