As Director Cox passed Grayson's position, he paused. The military escort tensed, hands moving toward restraint devices. But Director Cox made no aggressive movements. He simply stopped, turned his head toward Grayson, and spoke.
MJ couldn't hear the words from his position. But he could see the effect they had.
Grayson's expression morphed into pure rage.
His pheromones became uncontrollable in the process.
MJ had experienced Grayson's pheromones before, to some degree.
Even though he couldn't smell it, it felt like he was being burdened by a heavy weight. It meant that the sheer volume of the pheromones in the room was so concentrated that even a Beta like him could feel it.
It crashed over the assembly hall, pressing down on everyone present with the weight of an apex predator's dominance. Alphas hunched their shoulders instinctively. Betas struggled to breathe. The few omegas present were already on the ground, on the verge of fainting.
