My mind’s still lost in those old memories when, in a hazy blur, it feels like someone’s pulling back my blanket.

That person leans into my neck, like they’re sniffing my pheromones.

The warm breath tickling my skin makes me squirm a little—it’s kinda itchy.

They grab my wrist, tilting their head with a warning nip that sends a shiver through me.

The scent lingering in my nose feels familiar, clearly an Alpha’s pheromone, yet it’s making my head spin uncontrollably.

I find myself giving in without thinking.

Their touch is teasing, like they’re toying with some object.

It leaves me breathless, but gosh, it feels good, and a soft hum escapes me before I know it.

Noticing my reaction, they let out a low chuckle:

“So sensitive to my touch—can you really feel anything for an Omega?”

This dream’s wild and vivid, but because of who’s starring in it, I can’t help but sink deeper into it.