❝I respectfully decline, alphas. ❞
꧁━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━꧂
➽ 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 you're a maid, trying to live your life in peace, but you end up catching the attention of the notorious alphas.
ᴊᴊᴋᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜsﾒғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
↝ ℜ𝔶𝔬𝔪𝔢�...
The soft patter of rain against the window filled the room, but Nanami could barely focus on it. He paced back and forth, his usually calm demeanor cracking under the strain. His tie was long discarded, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing tense forearms. The thick, overwhelming scent of your heat clung to the air, making it nearly impossible for him to think straight.
The inn was quiet and secluded, tucked away in a mountain town. Normally, it would have been peaceful, but now it felt suffocating, the small space amplifying the heavy pull of your omega pheromones. Each breath he took was laced with it, gnawing at his control.
He glanced at you lying on the futon, your face flushed and damp with sweat. Strands of hair stuck to your skin, and your breaths were shallow, your body radiating an intense, feverish heat. No matter what he tried, the fever wouldn't break.
Nanami had done everything he could think of—cold towels pressed gently to your skin, opening the windows to let in the cool night air, even stepping outside into the rain to calm himself—but nothing worked. The heat pouring off you seemed to soak into the room itself, making it impossible to escape.
He clenched his hands into fists, frustration building as he paced. Every rational part of him fought to stay in control, to keep his focus. But the alpha side of him, buried deep but undeniably present, stirred dangerously close to the surface. He ran a hand through his hair and looked away, jaw tight.
This wasn't just a normal heat. It was something more, overwhelming and relentless, and it was taking everything he had to keep himself steady.
You stirred suddenly, a soft whimper escaping your lips as your eyes fluttered open.
"Y/N," he said, immediately kneeling beside you, relief washing over him. "You're awake. How do you feel?"
But your response wasn't words. Your hands gripped the sheets, your body arching slightly as if searching for something instinctively. The scent of your heat intensified, wrapping around him like a vice. Your eyes, glazed with tears and confusion, met his, and he saw the sheer desperation in them.
"Nanami..." you murmured, your voice trembling as you reached out for him.
He froze, every fiber of his being screaming at him to keep control, to stay calm. But the pull was unbearable, the omega's pheromones igniting his alpha instincts in a way he had never experienced before. His jaw clenched, his hands tightening into fists as he struggled to maintain a grip on his self-control. Seeing you with nothing but his blazer on was really affecting him. It took everything in him not to rip it off and fuck you right then and there.
