Nori's body trembled under Ryusuke's hold, heat pulsing through every inch of him. His skin felt too tight, breath too short, thighs clenching as that terrible, shameful wetness kept building between his legs. He didn't understand it, didn't want it—but his body didn't care.
He was in heat.
And Ryusuke—Ryusuke knew.
The Alpha stood over him like a predator that had been waiting for this moment all along. No more teasing. No more restraint.
Only hunger.
"You smell ripe," Ryusuke growled, voice darker now, rougher—almost feral. "You've been lying to yourself your whole damn life. You are an omega. My omega."
Nori shook his head weakly, but Ryusuke grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up. "No more pretending."
Then—Ryusuke snapped.
