Pacing down the palace hallways, Ren struggled to breathe. The air was clear now, yet his lungs burned as if the lingering pheromones clung to him. Perhaps it was because—even if faint—the bond was still in effect, rejecting other alphas' pheromones.
But then why… Why hadn't that happened with the General's?
"Ren!"
The familiar voice struck him before he even turned. And there he was—the very man he had thought about only a moment ago. But instead of relief, Ren saw Zayden's hand instantly fly to his nose.
"Y-Your pheromones," the General muttered, his voice rough as he took a step back.
Fuck.. Is he… in heat because of that?
Zayden swallowed hard, pulse quickening. Ren rarely showed any reaction to his pheromones, making him think he was not an omega at times. His eyes flicked around the corridor, searching, scanning. Only when he was certain no one was nearby did his shoulders ease the slightest.
