alpha · omegaverse · pheromones · desperate · intense passion · romance · struggling · dominant · slow burn · r18
The frost of night outside the window contrasted with the stifling heat inside the shop. The door burst open, letting in a swirl of heavy alpha pheromones. Ravn, the pack leader, stood on the threshold, his chest heaving, a feral rage dancing in his eyes. He leaned against the doorframe, struggling to keep his balance, while you, calm and unshakable, hunted among the jars for the right tincture. The air grew dense, almost tangible, with the tension coiling between you.