Chapter 35 Not An Omega

• Malta loomed over Dirk, a sinister smile curling on his lips as he gazed down at the weakened man on the floor. Dirk's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling from the overwhelming assault of pheromones deliberately unleashed upon him. Amidst his defiance, a flicker of vulnerability shone in Dirk's eyes, revealing the toll the situation had taken on him.
• "You thought you could hide, didn't you, weak Omega?" Malta sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "But you cannot escape your nature. The pull of your desires, your need for a dominant Alpha like me, is irresistible. I will torment you until you're crawling to find me, begging for my touch. I will make your life become a living hell."
• As Malta continued his taunts, his threats hung heavy in the air. The overpowering scent of domination mixed with Dirk's own pheromones, rendering him powerless to resist. Dirk found himself immobile, disoriented and lost in the midst of it all. The Alpha standing above him had seized control of his mind and body, but it wasn't only Malta who held him captive.