The new environment wasn't the only thing surprising to Neo, his leaking pheromones also set him off.
He was running a fever, and his limbs were shivering for a forbidden desire. He could sense fluid pooling at his backside.
He was in heat. In an unfamiliar place.
"Fuck," Neo cussed.
He looked around the fancy room he was in. The gold chandelier lights, the velvet-covered cushions, glass shelves lined with antique figurines, a gentle classical musical playing from a speaker.
He had absolutely no business being here. Neo tried to get out of the bed as he recalled his last memory. Somehow, it was Raze telling him to wake up.
Before that, he had been making out with Helios, before that, it was Armin, and before that, Bryce…
What the hell was going on with brain??
Those things should have never happened, yet how did they feel so real??
Neo's mental fortitude collapsed as he also collapsed in real time after getting to his feet.
