An Alpha's physiology should resist or ignore another Alpha's seductive signals. At most, it should register as a mild, annoying stimulus. Not this… this overwhelming, nervous system hijacking.
How is that possible?
The question echoes in my head, terrifying and confusing.
Is it because the original Zyren's body is weak? Is it because I, Neon, from a world without pheromones, have no natural defenses?
Or is it something about Moon Arden—his S-Class potency, his specific scent—that just… bypasses my Alpha biology entirely?
The implications are a dizzying, dangerous whirlpool. And standing in the center of it, Moon Arden is still smiling, watching my internal crisis with the fascination of a cat playing with a very flustered mouse.
I look back at him, all my patience and confusion crystallizing into a single, cold point. I'm done.
"If you're finished," I say, my voice as sharp and final as shattered glass, "get out."
