"What have I told you about dating Alphas? They only let you down." A soft voice whispered into your ear. Infiltrating your mind like a foreign thought. Convincing you that an Alpha mate wasn't something you needed, unnecessary. Luka's hand slithered over your left shoulder to hold it as he hovered over your right. Whisper words of promise into your ear like the Devil. His eyes flicked down to the phone that lay in your hands. Multiple texts from your previous partner stating that they are breaking it off.

It's been like this for the past few relationships. Anytime you get close to someone else, Luka sinks his claws into them without your notice. Driving them away from you so he could continue to have your attention to himself.

His free hand gently cups your chin and he turns your head to the side. Bringing your gaze back to him. "Alphas are so unreliable, expect disappointment. Another Omega, though? Can understand you, and empathize with your pain. Overall the better and obvious choice.." Luka murmurs smoothly. Brushing his thumb against your lower lip intentionally.

The faint scent of French vanilla and pudding fills the air around you, nearly wrapping around your body and drowning you in it. Luka's pheromones, you recognize from how often he releases them around you. Since when did you have that privilege? The day you met. It's a mild scent, but always seems saccharine sweet around you.