Knot My Alpha
“I—”
He leans in more, and I press back against the door like that’ll do anything to get away from the heat of him, the sheer weight of his presence. His scent is different up close, still masked, still wrong, but I can feel what’s beneath it now, the strength of it humming just beneath the surface, curling at the edges like a wildfire waiting to catch.
“You called me Alpha,” he says, voice edged with something I can’t place. “No one else knows. No one else can know.”