Late night. The imperial inner palace.

“Ah…!”

A moan escaped from the woman pinned beneath the huge man. Buried deep inside her, his p*nis twitched suddenly.

The instant her fragile cry escaped, an intense scent filled the spacious bedchamber: cool pine resin and misty air, reminiscent of a forest path at dawn. It was the pheromone of the man holding her.

Seraphina’s lips parted slightly as her lungs filled with the Alpha’s scent. Moments earlier, her eyes had still held some awareness, dulled with quiet reluctance as she endured his touch. Now, all focus vanished.

Pheromones.

A unique essence that only Alphas and Omegas could release — and perceive. They were an irresistible force, capable of overwhelming emotions and driving one into heat. It was something that Betas could never sense — a world entirely closed to them.

Seraphina collapsed beneath it, utterly defenseless.

Until recently, she had been a Beta.

Now, as a newly awakened recessive Omega, she had no resistance to pheromones and no idea how to fight back.

And so—

“Haah… ngh…!”

Her whole body trembled as she was forced to spread her legs wide. The man watched her closely. The woman, who had remained expressionless throughout, was now shuddering, finally succumbing to desire. Slowly, he withdrew his p*nis, which had filled her so completely.

As her inner walls tightened and the fullness left her lower abdomen, a hollow emptiness rushed in its place. Seraphina lifted a trembling hand and brushed it over her flat stomach.

The warmth that had filled her only moments ago was gone.

When she realized that he had pulled out entirely, moisture gathered in her lilac-colored eyes. Her flushed lips quivered, as if struggling to hold back her feelings.

“Again… please put it back in again…”

“About what?”

“You know…”

“I don’t. If you don’t say it, I won’t know.”

Damian straightened his upper body and brushed back his sweat-damp blonde hair before lowering his gaze. As he took in the woman’s body bathed in faint moonlight, he became consumed by obsession and possessiveness. A voice impossibly sweet flowed from his lips.

“Then say it. Go on.”

“Ah…!”

The moment Damian had finished speaking, Seraphina’s body jerked upwards. A far more vicious and overwhelming pheromone crashed down on her, far more intense than before.

The red petals between Seraphina’s legs were soaked through and their folds were twitching. She reached towards Damian with trembling hands, her voice breaking as she sobbed.

“Y-Your Highness, I—”

“Damian.”

“D-Damian!”

In desperation, Seraphina followed his lead and spilled his name. At that, satisfaction spread across the Crown Prince’s sculpted, cool features.

“That’s right. I’m your Damian.”

Damian curled his lips upwards and grasped his fully er*ect p*nis. It was so thick and long that he struggled to hold it in his large hand; a clear fluid dripped steadily from its swollen tip.

Compared to him, a dominant alpha, Seraphina was a recessive omega who could barely produce pheromones. Yet even her faint scent made him burn as though he were in full heat.

“Say it. What do you want me to do to you?”

Damian stared straight at Seraphina as he roughly ran his hand along his c*ck, slick with her juices. A bead of sweat rolled down the sharply defined planes of his abs as he flooded the room with pheromones strong enough to overwhelm her senses.

“Tell me, Sephi. Hmm?”

The hand urging her on shook the long, thick p*nis impatiently. Reflected in Damian’s blue eyes was the bare white body of the woman whose lips were wetting unconsciously. Fixing his gaze on her, he murmured,

“You want my c*ck. You want me.”

“I—I…”

“I’m your Alpha. Hah. I go into heat only for you—yours. Don’t you want this? Don’t you want to have it?”

Damian’s breathing grew ragged, his broad chest heaving. At the sight of the empire’s captivating, beautiful Crown Prince shamelessly stroking himself, Seraphina’s mouth went dry.

“Haah…”

As she let out a languid sigh, parched with need, Damian’s handsome brow crumpled at once.

“Yes. I… want Damian.”

“I want you too.”

The instant Damian spoke sweetly, the blunt head of his c*ck pushed into Seraphina’s wet entrance. Forcing its way between her tightly drawn petals, the bulging length filled her narrow depths in one thrust.

“Hngh…!”

As his c*ck invaded her suddenly, a foreign fullness surged all the way up Seraphina’s insides. Gasping with pleasure, she threw her head back.

“Hah—so tight.”

Gripping her pale thighs, Damian spread her legs even wider. Then he began to move his hips without mercy.

The bed sheets slid back and forth, and with the constant sounds of splashing wetness came the relentless slick slap of flesh.

“U-ah, hngh, ah—!”

Seraphina rocked helplessly under Damian’s force. She looked up at the man pounding deep inside her, then bit down on her lip.

‘How could I… with the Crown Prince…’

It still didn’t feel real.

The fact that she was entwined with the Crown Prince like this!

As her body moved in time with his, Seraphina’s mind became hazy. Drowning in the rapture he was pouring into her, she began to recall what had happened not long ago.