Our eyes locked, neither of us daring to look away. The air between us was thick, almost suffocating, and the low, guttural growls outside only added to the tension. Every nerve in my body screamed that I should move, run, anything—but Kibong's grip held me firmly in place, immovable as stone.
"Be quiet," Kibong said in that deep, husky voice that seemed to vibrate against my skin. His breath was warm, brushing my cheek, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine. "If you don't want to be killed."
He tilted his head slightly, glancing toward the door as if measuring the distance to safety, then returned his gaze to me, his crimson eyes narrowing. Lowering his tone, he continued, "This is the territory of the hybrid birds. They're dangerous creatures—you make one wrong sound, and you're dead."
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and nodded. Every instinct in me screamed to run, yet every muscle remained frozen under the weight of his stare. My heart pounded like a drum, threatening to betray me with each beat.
Before I could speak, he leaned closer—so close that I could feel the faint brush of his hair against my temple—and inhaled deeply near my neck. My chest tightened, a strange heat rising in my stomach.
"Are you… an omega?" he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl.
My pulse spiked, and my hands clenched into fists. "What if I am?" I shot back, trying desperately to sound steady, though my voice betrayed me with a slight tremor.
"Nothing," he said slowly, as if convincing himself. "You just… smell different from the others." His words lingered in the air like a warning, a promise, and a temptation all at once.
Then, without warning, his mouth was on my neck. His teeth sank lightly into my skin, and a startled sound escaped me—half gasp, half moan. "W-What the hell—? S-Stop!" Heat flared across my face, crawling up to my ears, and my heart thudded painfully in my chest. I tried to push him away, but my strength was nothing against his.
His dark red eyes lifted to meet mine, and I froze under their intensity. They were raw, untamed, and filled with something dangerous I couldn't name. Desire? Hunger? A mixture of both?
"You smell so… fucking good," he growled, and the words hit me like a physical blow.
Before I could react, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight, unyielding embrace. The scent of him—sharp, metallic, yet oddly intoxicating—washed over me. My body tensed, struggling against the hold, but every movement was futile. His grip only tightened, holding me closer, as if nothing in the world mattered except the faint pulse of my scent beneath his nose.
"Let me go!" I protested, shoving at his chest, teeth gritted, but it was useless. Each breath he exhaled against my ear carried warmth and heat, leaving me dizzy and off-balance. I wanted to hate him, to recoil, yet every instinct I had as an omega betrayed me, whispering that there was something dangerous and compelling about this alpha.
Outside, the monsters prowled, growls and shuffles pressing against the thin walls of the convenience store. The distant sounds reminded me that survival wasn't just about escaping the creatures outside—this alpha could be as dangerous as anything in the streets if I made the wrong move.
My mind raced, trying to reconcile fear and fascination, instinct and desire. Every second stretched painfully, each heartbeat pounding in my ears. I knew I had to stay calm, to bide my time, yet his closeness, the scent, the heat, the sheer force of him—it was overwhelming.
The reality hit me hard: I couldn't fight him—not now, not like this—and the monsters outside were a constant, pressing reminder that in this world, survival meant making impossible choices.
I closed my eyes briefly, taking a slow, shaky breath, forcing myself to steady my trembling body. One thing was clear: I had to play this carefully, or risk losing more than my freedom in this dangerous, broken city.