Apa Itu Heat Alpha Mga Nobela at Kwento

I threw my head back, took a deep breath and let my alpha take over. I fucked into him with reckless abaddon, drawing loud moans from the omega's throat with each slam into his cunt. The bed creaked beneath us, mingling with the wet squelch of our bodies and Asai's cries. I leaned over him as he held on to the headboard for leverage. His scent gland was pink and inflamed, responding to the pheromones of our virile alpha in heat. “Alpha…” he moaned, arching his neck, his omega begging for a bite. My hips stuttered in their pace as my alpha was hit with the sudden intense urge to sink my teeth into him.

My wolf moved ahead more uneasy. He stated, "That is not something you can do." “And you aren’t able to pull folks out of parties as if they belong to you " I retorted. "Oh hold on. You’re the Alpha. Perhaps you have that power.” His jaw tightened. I should have been afraid. Or embarrassed. Or something normal. Instead I remained still breathing rapidly overwhelmed by emotions questioning why the fire at the party seemed chilly in contrast, to the warmth radiating from him now. The instant lingered. Dense. Electric. A stillness that seemed like quiet and more, like the breath taken before everything shifted.

I saw the Alphas shoulders tense up and a long outdrawn breath leave his body. Whatever he was about to do, he didn't like. And inthe next second, he did the thing he loathed most and to the person that he held dearest. To the girl who owned his heart, to the love of his life. His chest rose and his shoulders rolled back. ”SUBMIT.” The trees shook, the ground, the cars, everything vibrated as though there was an earthquake. But there wasn’t. It was him, the most powerful Alpha in the states.

Robert said as he walked over to Allen and lifted her chin with her fingers in a hard grip. Allen whimpered at the alpha's touch and the pain of the grip. "Open your eyes, little one," Robert demanded in his alpha tone. Allen's eyes snapped open, causing Robert to smile. "Ah yes. You're a gorgeous one. Maybe my son will be so kind and share you with me. I'm going to go get my son. Monika adds more doses of the heat inducer. We need her to be perfectly willing." "Of course, boss," Monika said as Robert handed her two more syringes.

“Rest? Hydrate? As if I can even think about relaxing when I’m barely surviving Marco’s wrath and Melissa’s constant bullying. And now this—this heat that threatens to expose the truth I’ve fought so hard to hide.” The healer pulls back and busies herself with the herbs on the table. “I’ll make you a tea to help with the symptoms,” she says. “It won’t stop the heat completely, but it’ll take the edge off.” “Thank you,” Nana mumbles, though her gratitude is hollow. Tea won’t fix this. She’s still sitting there, lost in thought, when the healer suddenly stops and looks at her again. “One more thing,” she says. “Does the Alpha know you’re in heat?”

Does it affect Kiel? Come to think of it, she already caught a glimpse of him holding back last night inside the car. And she can’t deny that it left her in a daze. How can Kiel, a recessive alpha, had that sweet scent? “President? Are you alright?” Only Devyn realized that she’s already making that irritated face again. “Miss Anna,” she called out. The young lady across from her jolted. “Yes, President?” “What will happen if a recessive alpha’s rut gets triggered?” she asked without even blinking.

‘The Alpha is out,” She says plainly, taking some steps back. “You should take some rest, you can also take a walk around the compound. It serves as a form of exercise that will help a lot to reduce the pain from your next heat. You can have a nice bath when you return and have another meal. I got some suppressants also; you can have them if you feel uncomfortable.” “All this long suggestion and not a single answer to my question. It’s something wrong?” “I’m not in a position to speak, Ma’am. The Alpha will return.”

Regardless, I couldn’t give anyone the impression that I had high intelligence. Hoax Files: Genius IQ over 140, in the 99th percentile. An exceptional intellect, ability to make connections others can’t. Exploited: knowledge and inventions used to harm or enslave others, genius minds used in experiments ending in fatalities, insanity (American MK-Ultra, Russian Gulag, German Nazi camps). Don’t let them know you’re smart.

He knew his friend was right. "Is there any other information you need to give me?" He asked with a calmer outburst. "There actually is one think." She looked down and began playing with her hands in her lap. "We know where the true Alpha is." "True Alpha? You know where Tax Moore is?" He looked at her in disbelief. She nodded. "I heard he lives just off your territory." Celus rushed to his desk and pulled out a very large map of his territory. "Show me where." Celus grumbled, going in full Alpha mode. Safiya nodded, a little intimidated by the way his eyes shifted between their normal color and a midnight black.

She had met two rogue mercenaries at the edge of the woods last night, men who dealt in things that were forbidden within pack lands. "This one," she said, holding up a vial of clear liquid, "is a heavy sedative. It’ll put them in a sleep so deep they wouldn't wake up even if the house burned down." "And the other?" Sarah asked, leaning in curiously to assess them. Melissa held up the second vial. It was a murky, amber color. "This is 'Wolf’s Heat.' It’s a synthetic pheromone. It mimics the scent of a female in heat. It’s a scent that drives Alphas mad with jealousy. When Alejandro walks into that room and smells this on both of them... he won't ask questions. He’ll just react."