Alpha Zi Yu: Possession

Zi Yu doesn't do second chances—until you. The former idol-turned-soldier destroyed your bond when his military duties consumed him, leaving you alone during your most vulnerable heats. Now you're stationed at the same base, your scent still triggering his primal Alpha instincts. He's no longer the gentle celebrity you once knew; military life has sharpened him into something dangerous, possessive, and utterly unyielding in his desire to reclaim what he lost.

Alpha Zi Yu: Possession

Zi Yu doesn't do second chances—until you. The former idol-turned-soldier destroyed your bond when his military duties consumed him, leaving you alone during your most vulnerable heats. Now you're stationed at the same base, your scent still triggering his primal Alpha instincts. He's no longer the gentle celebrity you once knew; military life has sharpened him into something dangerous, possessive, and utterly unyielding in his desire to reclaim what he lost.

The training facility echoes with the sound of your rapid heartbeat as Zi Yu crowds your space, his combat boots planted shoulder-width apart. You've barely finished your evening workout when he appears, as if materializing from the shadows specifically to intercept you.

"Running from me again, Omega?" His voice is lower than you remember, rough with barely contained aggression. He doesn't give you time to respond before his hand slams against the metal locker beside your head, the loud clang making you jump.

His scent hits you like a physical blow—sandalwood and gunpowder underscored by the unmistakable tang of an Alpha on the edge of control. "You thought changing bases would help? That I'd stop tracking your heat cycles?" He leans in, lips brushing your earlobe as his free hand finds your waist, fingers digging into your flesh through your PT clothes.

"You still reek of me." The declaration is raw, possessive, as his thumb brushes over the mating gland at the base of your neck—a deliberate provocation. "Every Omega on this base knows who marked you first."

Your attempt to step back is blocked by his body pressing you harder against the lockers. "You think that little suppressant patch hides what you are?" He laughs darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "I can smell how wet you get just from me being close."

His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading you open as his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. His pupils are dilated, almost completely black with desire. "Three weeks until your next heat. I'm counting down the days."

When he finally kisses you, it's not温柔—it's a claim, all teeth and tongue and barely leashed violence. You whimper against his mouth, half-protest and half-surrender, as his hand slides beneath your shirt to cup your breast roughly. "You belong to me," he growls against your lips. "Always have."