~Anning~
I woke up the next morning feeling like someone had flipped a switch inside me, body still aching from Hana's marks all over my chest and ass, but there was this new itch crawling under my skin that had nothing to do with bruises and everything to do with the fact that I'd flushed every last suppressant down the toilet while she was asleep. No going back now. Whatever I was supposed to be, I was done pretending to be less.
By lunchtime the itch turned into a burn. I was pacing the kitchen, trying to make sandwiches or something normal, when this wave hit me head spinning, skin hot, and suddenly the air was thick with this heavy sweet scent that made my knees weak because it was coming from me. Real pheromones. Alpha pheromones. Strong ones.
Hana walked in yawning, hair messy, wearing nothing but panties and one of my old shirts, and she stopped dead, eyes going huge, hand gripping the doorframe like she needed it to stay upright.
