Alpha Pheromones Novels & Stories

He was barely ever there for her, and when he was, his scent was nothing but a threat. “That would make sense,” the doctor sighed, scribbling on his chart. “I will prescribe medications to assist in her recovery. Fortunately, we don’t need her to be admitted for too long. You can take her home if her vitals remain stable over the next twenty-four hours. As for her condition… she needs Alpha pheromones. Exposure to it for at least two hours a day. It would be significantly more effective if the Alpha is a dominant one and a close relative.” The doctor eyed Damon pointedly. Damon, surprisingly, hadn't exploded or questioned my "absent father" comment yet. He sim

My blue eyes aren’t helping either, too bright, too noticeable. I open a drawer and pull out a small black bottle. Not cologne. Pheromones. Alpha pheromones. I spray it liberally on the chest, neck, and wrists. Then raise my arm to my nose and inhale. Strong. Sharp. Synthetic. But effective. Satisfied, I tuck the bottle into my pocket and head out.

"No, Dominic, please..." Dominic turned his head slightly, his sharp teeth grazing the pulsing mating mark on her neck. He injected a thick, heavy dose of his possessive, grounding alpha pheromones into her skin, his scent of dark chocolate, cedarwood, and ozone sweeping over her panicked senses like a warm blanket.

The bald Alpha had already sealed off my retreat. His pheromones erupted. The rotting loam stench thickened until it felt like being buried alive in wet earth. My kneecaps began to soften. This wasn't fear. This was pure physiological surrender. An adult Alpha's pheromone suppression crashing directly against an Omega's nervous system. My scent gland at the nape started convulsing beyond my control, the skin searing as though a brand had been pressed to it. Something beneath the chemical shell of blockers was clawing to get out, raking at the underside of my skin like fingernails.

And then Ezra realized that the large wolf that stood across from him was releasing Alpha pheromones. And it was triggering his heat. Ezra had always believed he was incapable of going into heat. A failed male Omega. But it had never been his fault. He had just never encountered the right Alpha. And now, Ezra felt what it was like to come alive under the scent of Alpha pheromones.

“When he touched me… it felt like something was… holding me down.” Silas’ expression shifted slightly, though it was subtle. “Suppressing you?” he asked. Logan nodded. “Yes.” There was a brief pause. Then Silas let out a low chuckle. “That,” he said, “is alpha pheromones.” Logan blinked. “What?” Silas stepped away from the window, moving closer. “Every Lycan alpha has it,” he continued. “It is not something you see. It is something you feel.” Logan’s brows pulled together.

"Where did that come from?" The wolf moves with deadly grace, circling us slowly. The mercenaries release me and reach for their weapons. "Easy, boy," one of them says, pulling out a crossbow. "We don't want any trouble." The wolf's lips pull back, revealing teeth. He growls again, and power radiates from him in waves. This isn't just any wolf. This is an alpha. "Shoot it," Marcus orders. "Kill it before it attacks." The first mercenary fires his crossbow. The bolt flies straight at the wolf's chest, but the massive creature moves like liquid shadow. The arrow whistles past him harmlessly.

Our pack, descendants of ancient werewolves and witches, possesses a unique ability. Each member can craft their own moon stone, a powerful artifact that enhances our wolf's abilities. We get one chance in our lifetime to use this stone to elevate our wolf's rank. Moon stones can boost a wolf's healing ability, speed, and strength. The most potent ones can even transform an Omega into an Alpha. In my past life, a week before the Alpha selection, my mate, Beta Ethan, said to me, "The Alpha selection is coming up soon. Among the young wolves eligible this year, you're the most talented. Your moon stones always have the best effects."

Hardin "Is she a freak or what?" I said and communicated with the other four werewolves. Yes, our minds are in sync. The ability of werewolves to communicate through the mind is not only limited to bonded mates. Thanks to the training and teachings in Hopkins Citadel, all werewolves in the Faculty of Big Cats are able to communicate as a pack of wolves through the mind. Of course, the extent to which we communicate is not as extensive as in bonded mates but such is not unachievable, it's a matter of training.