Alpha's Regret After I Left
He focused on his breathing, trying to make it slow and even, but each inhale was a ragged gasp, each exhale a shuddering release.
However, a Rut, especially one chemically induced and potent, was specifically designed to make an Alpha lose all control. It was a biological override, a primal scream in the blood that drowned out reason and civility. As the raw, undiluted sexual urge continued to grow, coiling tighter and hotter in his gut, he could feel the last fragile threads of his sanity beginning to snap, one by one. The world around him started to swim, the edges of the lake and the trees melting into a blurry, indistinct watercolor.