Chapter 2: Relief

Nora's heart pounded like a drum as she ran to the elevator.

She jabbed the button while glancing over her shoulder. She was fearful that Mason's men, whom she had met on the first floor when she first arrived here, would chase after her.

When the doors finally slid open, she ran inside and clicked the ground floor button—at least she thought—her fingers shaky and her breath uneven.

But as soon as the doors closed, a suffocating wave of heat crashed over her. No, it wasn't the room temperature or whatever, but her heat.

She cursed under her breath, her body trembling with panic.

It was that cursed, stupid, Alpha-triggering, senseless, horny heat.

It pooled low in her belly, fire shooting between her legs. Her knees buckled slightly as she gripped the wall railing for support. Her skin flushed, thighs pressing together on instinct as an unbearable ache lodged between them. Her mouth felt dry, and her breathing had turned shallow.

“Shit,” she gasped, covering her mouth because it sounded more like a moan. "Goddess, why now?"

Nora almost broke into tears. Of all times for her heat to strike, it just had to be in the middle of a damn escape.

Her suppressant — her only lifeline — was in her handbag, and her bag was still in that private room!

She couldn't even turn back if she wanted to.

Soon enough, her vision began to blur, her head feeling heavy, and only one word kept echoing unrelentingly in her mind.

Cock.

Cock.

Cock.

It was crazy how easily her survival instinct was crumbling and getting replaced by nothing but lust.

She bit her tongue so hard she could taste blood. She thought it would give her momentary clarity, but all it did was send another wave of heat coursing between her legs.

Heat — The moon's curse.

The harder you resisted, the stronger it came.

She clamped her thighs tighter, her breath raspy, sweat coating her forehead.

Ding.

After what felt like an eternity, the elevator doors finally slid open.

At the same time, the image of her several dildos appeared in her mind, and everywhere she glanced at — every wall, every ground, all she could see were them.

It took her several disoriented steps outside before she noticed something was wrong.

“Wait,” she whispered, scanning her surroundings.

This wasn’t the lobby.

This wasn’t even close.

There was no front desk. Nothing. Just a carpeted hallway with expensive rooms and golden doors... And desolation.

Her legs softened and she collapsed onto the ground, losing all her strength.

“Fuck—” she cursed, breathless.

She knew she wouldn't be able to make it. She fucking knew it. Her reasoning was fading, and she rocked her hip against the floor, trying to satiate the unquenchable thirst that was possessing her.

She was no longer Nora, but an omega with nothing but primal instinct for sex.

Suddenly, a domineering scent hit her nose.

Alpha.

What she used to fear now became what she craved the most. A fucking Alpha that would fuck the life out of her.

The pheromone smelled like something dark and powerful. Like tobacco, maybe. Her nose had gotten hypersensitive, and it was easy for her to detect where the heavenly relief was coming from.

The first room on the left.

She didn't hesitate and crawled forward like her life depended on it.

The door was unlocked.

She went in.

She didn't notice the magnificent decoration — the balloons, the red carpet, the cake or the roses on the table.

Instead, her gaze went straight to the man in the shadows, lounging on a couch like he was sitting on a throne, a glass of blood-red wine dancing between his fingers.

Her throat went dry, thrill running through her as she blinked. She crawled toward him, her gaze fixed shamelessly on the heavy bulge between his legs. Her nails dug into the carpet as another wave of his tantalizing pheromone teased her nose, her pussy clenching hard enough to ache.

“Please…” she whimpered, her eyes teary.

Violet eyes collided with her own. They were deep and smoldering.

An extreme Alpha. The most powerful of his kind.

She used to run from men like this, but now she was on her knees, begging for him, for the relief he could offer her.

She raised her upper body and fumbled at his belt before he caught her hand and yanked her forward.

His eyes had began to change, from the initial violet now to molten gold, his scent flooding her senses, and she shivered.

“Help me… please.”

He grabbed her chin, tilting her head. "Who sent you?"

"Se—Sent?" She repeated the word like she didn't understand what it meant.

And then she lunged at him, crashing her mouth onto his, deep, passionate, hot.

The man groaned, his hands snapping to her waist.

Even though Nora felt weak, she still latched onto him like a koala. The man was unresponsive for a while, letting her mess around, but when he took charge, he was irresistible.

His tongue tangled with her own, his teeth grazing, biting just enough to make her moan. She squirmed on his body, chest rising while their tongues continued duelling.

When he pulled back, Nora clutched her breast, chest falling and rising, lips gleaming with his saliva.

But it only took her seconds to recover. By then, however, the man had asked again. "Who was it?" His voice was deep, but his hazy eyes had already darkened with lust. Clearly, he had entered the same state as she was in.

Nora's lips quivered. "Goddess."

And then she went straight for his belt again. This time, he didn't stop her. She freed his rock-hard cock. Her eyes lit up like she had just found water in the desert. She began stroking his member with focus.

His eyes deepened as he stared at her fair slender neck, and he trailed several kisses on it.

It worked wonders. She arched on his body, restless and hot.

Her cheeks reddened as she panted just from those kisses alone.

"Stop," he suddenly said.

She paused, staring at him with shock, tears pooling in her eyes like a scolded puppy. Why did he want to let her go?

“Take off your panties.”

She rose on shaky legs and slid her wet G-string down, the air caressing her skin.