I'm Not Your Plaything *AlphaEnigma*

Trapped

POV: Bible

As the night went on and the alcohol took hold, Bible's mind started to blur. The bass of the music pulsed through his body, and his pheromones filled the air, attracting a young, beautiful male Omega who swayed his perfectly slim body in front of Bible's hungry gaze. Bible stared at the Omega like a predator eyeing its next meal—a lion waiting for the deer to drop its guard.

Slowly, Bible's hands moved over the Omega's body, causing the Omega to purr softly and wrap himself around him. Their bodies clashed, both high on the intoxicating pull of their instincts. Just as Bible leaned in to kiss the Omega's neck, a strong, spicy scent invaded his nostrils. His eyes watered slightly, and he paused, turning in the direction of the overpowering aroma.

That's when he saw him.

The music seemed to stop, and the room felt empty. Bible held his breath as a force pulled him toward the tall figure standing at the edge of the crowd, staring straight at him. The people around them shifted uncomfortably as the scent grew stronger, invading their senses.

An Enigma.
The Enigma.

The amber undertone of the scent was overwhelming, making Bible dizzy, even more so than before. His vision blurred, and suddenly, a firm hand grabbed his arm, pulling him forcefully out of the club. He could faintly hear Mio calling after him, but the voice was distant, muffled like it was wrapped in cotton. The cold night air hit his face, making him shudder.

He glanced up at the man gripping his arm so tightly it felt like his bones might snap. "Let go..." Bible managed to murmur, but the tall man ignored him. He had no idea how far he had dragged him. His legs were burning with exhaustion, and his sense of time was completely gone.   

The man suddenly paused, pulling Bible into a dark corner where only a flickering lantern cast faint light. As the man turning to face him, Bible's mind raced, alarms blaring inside his head. How the hell am I not fighting back? His body wasn't responding, like it was completely out of his control.

Before he could react, Bible's back slammed against the cold wall behind him. His mind still swam from the alcohol. Goddamn it, Bible, why couldn't you have drunk less? he thought, cursing himself as he struggled against the iron grip that held him firmly in place. He had never felt helpless before, and the unfamiliar sensation gripped him with a sudden wave of fear.

Fear? That wasn't something a pure Alpha should feel, right?

His breathing quickened, panic creeping in as he tried to steady himself. Instinctively, he released his pheromones, hoping to assert his dominance, but they shifted—becoming smokier, more desperate—as the feeling of being trapped overwhelmed him.

A soft sniffle escaped Bible's lips, a rare sign of weakness from the usually strong Alpha. "Shhh, Alpha. Don't be scared," the man whispered, his breath heavy and warm. His scent had fully enveloped Bible now, clouding his mind completely. The man's pheromones were intense, wrapping around him with a calming amber tone that seemed to settle deep into his bones.

It was said that an Enigma's pheromones were powerful enough to alter someone's emotions instantly. Too much, and they could make anyone obedient with just a breath. Bible had heard the rumors, but feeling it firsthand was something else entirely.

He tried to focus, tried to clear his mind as he looked up at the man's face. Slowly, the haze began to lift just enough for him to make out sharp features—a strong jawline, black hair framing the stranger's face. Bible's hand moved on its own, tracing along the man's chin, feeling the freshly trimmed beard beneath his fingertips. He shuddered, overwhelmed. This is too much... I can't handle this.