Book I: Lingering Scent of Yours (Completed)

Vegas & Pete: Cruel Fall Into Reality

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From the moment we left the aquarium, I felt anxious. Strange chills appeared on my back, even soaking into my skin, and I could not get rid of them no matter how hard I tried. When we finally sat down at the table, I was glad that the day was about to end and a new one would begin, which I hoped to enter without this strange fear. We were just waiting for Macau's friend, who, to my displeasure, was late, and I admit, I began to get irritated. Eventually, there was a knock and a doorbell, and Pete disappeared into the hallway, letting the guest in. Then I felt it a second time.

Firstly my senses were struck by this smell at the exit of the aquarium. It was strange, like a mixture of my favorite chocolate and something even sweeter that I couldn't name. For a moment I wanted to follow this smell, but when I understood what I was doing, I quickly came to my senses. Still, it stayed in my head deeply, bothering me from time to time. Now, sitting at the table, I felt it again and I had the impression that saliva was beginning to accumulate in my mouth. There were laughter coming from the other room, and I tried my best to come to my senses, not wanting to become a fool in front of others, and then they went inside.

I don't remember when I got up, the chair next to me must have fallen from my sudden movement when the nostrils filled with those pheromones. My body stiffened and my eyes could only focus on one, my Omega. I clenched my teeth, not wanting to make a loud growl, but nevertheless only one word escaped from mouth.

"Mate," we said at the same time, and for a second I thought something electric had run between us.

Some impulse that went through my whole body and filled it with pure lust. It was strange, I had the impression that I was not in control of myself, but my heart did not even tremble. I didn't fall in love immediately, as others said. I didn't hear the beating in my ears and the desire for a common future. Instead, I wanted to fuck him as hard as possible, no feelings involved. I wanted to bite into his neck, bend this body at the table and vent the lowest of my needs. I didn't want love or romance, just sex. Pure, animalistic, not meaning a thing sex.

I clenched my hands tighter, sticking my nails deep into soft skin, wanting to control this strange desire. I couldn't imagine doing what I just thought of, not when the man I love was standing next to me but even if Pete was not here, I just couldn't betray him like that. I had to come to my senses, now, in this moment, immediately. I had to take control and put a barrier between me and this Omega that would allow me to breathe calmly. I needed to stop thinking about this man, but that damn smell was filling my lungs and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I felt dirty, as if someone was suddenly rolling me in the mud. How could I even feel such things when I was in a happy relationship? How could I stand there, motionless, instead of throwing out the newcomer and calming down an upset Pete? I knew what I really needed to do, but I was afraid, I was terrified. One wrong move and I will lose everything I hold dear. One bad word and I will cross out what we had, so how I should behave?

"What did you say?" I heard from Pete's pale lips and those few words immediately brought me back to reality.

I blinked several times, holding my breath and struggling to look away from the man. It was so hard, to finally take control over stiffed muscles but I did it. I looked at Pete, at his huddled, shaky arms, at his tear-filled eyes and trembling lips, and I felt my heart squeeze in pain. How could I have led to this situation? How could I let so much time pass for him to start having the darkest thoughts? After all, I was able to control my body, I did not jump him just because my sensed insisted on it. I did not feel any warmth to the stranger, only, a making me feel sick, lust.

The bottle fell out of Pete's hands, so the glass spread all over the floor, then he suddenly turned and left. I heard a strange crunch, when I looked down I saw droplets of blood and I knew he had hurt himself. Now he was not only suffering emotionally but physically also. What have I done?