My blood simmered in my veins and raw arousal bubbled up from my core. My insides twisted hard and a small trickle of slick dripped onto my folds. I was wearing clothes, but my skin itched to remove them.
I needed my alphas.
“I developed a competitive inhibitor that blocks the suppressant from binding to its necessary tyrosine kinase receptor,” she replied. “In the right genetic background, it even induces estrous by mimicking the hormone estrogen. Right now, a buildup of my drug is surging through your veins, activating the signaling pathways responsible for estrogen production and amplifying the systems responsible for an omega heat. Now, you’re going to show the entire city why you’re not worthy. I’m going to ruin you and show them that they should have chosen me instead.”
I closed my eyes and whimpered.
“With every meal, I served you another dose. One after another until you finally began to show signs of your oncoming estrous,” Triss sneered.
“Triss,” I pleaded. “You have to stop this.”
“Enjoy your sanity while it lasts. Soon, you’ll be begging any cock in the city to fuck you and give you relief. I’ll enjoy watching you destroy yourself,” she spat, her expression a mask of solid hatred.
Slamming the door shut, she left me alone to wallow in my torment. I cried out in pain, trying to quell the rampant lust racing just underneath my skin.
“Please,” I begged.