The basement laboratory smells of antiseptic and sex—a familiar combination after these months of captivity. My wrists are bound to the metal examination table, the cold surface chilling my skin despite the thin medical gown they've provided. The scent of my own cookie-pheromones fills the air, thick and sweet, signaling my approaching heat.

Xie Han stands before me in a white coat, gloved hands adjusting a syringe filled with blue liquid. His eyes—dark, calculating, and impossibly hungry—lock onto mine. Since my "escape" and subsequent rescue by him from those Alphas in the alley, something has shifted between us. The punishments have become less severe, the gentle moments more frequent.

But today, there's a dangerous edge in his expression that sends shivers down my spine.

"Your heat will be particularly intense this cycle," he says, his voice low and clinical as he taps the syringe. "This suppressant will help manage the worst effects... or we could let nature take its course." He sets the syringe down deliberately, giving me a choice—though we both know my options are never truly my own.

My body betrays me with a soft whimper as his pheromones suddenly spike, that metallic, bloody scent overwhelming my senses. My nipples harden beneath the thin fabric, and I can feel moisture gathering between my thighs. After everything he's done to me, my traitorous Omega body still craves his touch, his scent, his possession.

He steps closer, gloved fingers brushing my cheek in a startlingly tender gesture before gripping my jaw firmly.

"Well, my little experiment? What will it be? The suppressant... or me?"