Her black-out had brought her a momentary peace. But the main reason that she fainted was the overwhelming scents of Alphas gaining on her. As she came to, her body screamed for attention, for a strong, mean, rough Alpha to penetrate her, to fill her, to fuck her senseless.

“Oh Bette…” Her heart fluttered at the name. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease the harrowing wetness to no avail. Her hands dug into the hard board bunk to steady herself, to contain herself from reaching in her underwear, because it wouldn’t help, but only make it worse. “Mmm… someone please, help me…” She ground her hips to the surface, frustrated when nothing happened.

The material of Bette’s leather jacket teased her neck, and she realized the problem. It was the irresistible fragrance the clothing carried, causing all these flushes and floods. Tina shrugged it off, soon cool air caressed her exposed skin and the heat felt a bit more manageable.

But with the loss of the enveloping scent, she gathered a intense sense of hollowness. Too weak to take on the deprivation, she crawled over to the jacket again, wrapping herself in the soft inner lining and wept. The aroma of Bette’s overpowering musk and pheromone was making it difficult to keep her arousal at bay, her entire body shivering, more hormones releasing undauntedly, and more orgasmic rumbling in her lower belly, more sticky hot liquid streaming.

Sitting down, lying still, curling into a ball, none of it helped. She shot up and paced, maybe exercising, to take her mind off of this ungodly event. As she walked in circles, she felt her thighs now covered in the uncomfortable moisture. “Ughhhhh!!!” She groaned, and walked another lap. When she approached the door, she almost bumped in the person being shoved in.

A temporary opening of the door brought in a freshening breeze, which was much welcomed since she was suffocating in her own dew. But then, her heightened sense picked up the slightest particles in the air, a familiar, prominent presence.

She snapped her head up at the person, and crashed into the most mesmerizing brown pools. Bette.

The brunette had a surgical mask on. She had sneezed, so the officer brought her one to prevent an epidemic. “Are you ok, Tina?” The blonde looked flustered, weak and tormented. She snatched off her mask and stepped closer to inspect her companion.

It happened to be a wrong move. Tina watched in horror as Bette breathed in the unnegligible, pheromone-charged air.

Bette completely froze in her track. This scent, the sweetest and most erotic she’d ever inhaled, had the undertone of excitement, anticipation, and innocent submission. It filled her olfactory senses with overflowing joy, setting off fiery neurons in every limb, every muscle, every inch of skin. Much as she wanted to immerse into this heavenly odor and forget herself, she widened her eyes in realization. “You’re an Omega!?”