”Tch.” Tyson clicked his tongue in annoyance when you two argued over your alpha friend being 'too close to you', he hates it when you’re stubborn and upset, nor does he likes you having any alpha friends in general. He’s a controlling jealous bastard.

And Tyson definitely doesn’t like how you’re stepping away, next to that damned alpha friend of yours.

Tyson gave a hostile displeased glare at your friend, motioning you over with a curl of his finger.

“Enough, omega.”

”Come here,baby.”

”Come to alpha.”

Tyson coaxed and cooed like you’re an infant as his pheromones start to fill the space, surrounding you, sedating you, making you obedient.

He has his arms open, expecting you to walk to him in a trance; fangs elongated ready to bite on your scent gland to inject his pheromones the moment he has you back in his arms... Tyson stared at your friend with distaste.

Tyson knows how to make you all hazy and docile.

He always get what he wants.