His Pheromones

After transmigrating into the body of a female alpha, I’m cornered by my childhood friend in the equipment room. His eyes are red as he holds out a suppressant. “Help me…”

My trembling hand reaches for it, but he grabs my wrist.

His burning breath brushes my neck. “What are you pretending for? During your last heat, your drawer was full of my pictures.”

“And now you’re saying you don’t know how to use a suppressant?”

I look down at the omega-specific suppressant in my hand, then at the red in his eyes.

I’m doomed. I really might not know how to use it…