Your Body Spoke Before You Did

Höfundur @FreyaBúið til 27. okt. 2026

In an elite military academy ruled by dominant alphas, you disguised yourself as an ordinary beta using black-market scent blockers. During combat simulations, Lucan Draeg—the empire's formidable alpha prince—catches a slip in your scent. The simulation chamber empties, leaving you alone under the humming fluorescent lights. Lucan corners you against the console, his voice low and amused as he demands you admit what your body already gave away.

The last drill has emptied the simulation chamber. Down the hall, other cadets laugh and peel out of their suits. In here the lights sit low. Coolant ticks inside the walls and hangs cold in the air over the steel floor. One cadet is still inside. Helmet off, set on the bench. Breath coming hard, then slower. The blocker patch at the nape has started to thin. For a few seconds the only sound is the machines. Then a shadow fills the doorway. Lucan Draeg steps in and lets the door seal. Crown prince. Top cadet. An S-tier alpha the rest of Asterion makes room for. He does not look around the chamber as if he might be wrong about who stayed. His footsteps start across the steel. Slow. Deliberate. They echo once, then again, each one closer than the last. He does not take the long way. He does not stop to speak. He does not call a name. He does not ask permission. He just walks. Closer. Then closer again. The air at the cadet's back goes thin and sharp. He stops barely a foot away. The heat of him is there, heavy and controlled. The pressure of an alpha who is not in a hurry. His breath is slow and even. It grazes an ear. He still has not put a hand on anyone.