Revea
Sylvan: See you tomorrow, omega.
3:15 AM
I’ve practically agreed to have my next heat with them, which is two months away. A little flirting is harmless.
That’s what I thought, until I woke up to Sylvan’s message.
Now I’m sitting in my office, constantly checking the revolving doors, wondering which alphas will arrive when.
I got in early to play around with the scanner. I remember most of what Sylvan said, even if some of it was a blur thanks to a certain pack alpha.
After Kaiden barked at me... Oh my.
I struggled to walk past the reception area this morning, my legs turning to jelly at just the memory. Not only did his bark work, but I liked it.
The loss of control, his alpha presence, being held by his hand while he whispered feral things.
I’ve spent so many years in a professional mindset. Every day, I smile, I boss, I order, I lead... and when he barked at me, everything melted away until it was only us.
It was nice to justbe.
Stop, Revea. No more.
I’m getting worked up again, and I need to be on it today. I’ve got a full day of clients; I need to checkeverything’s in order before I leave, place any last-minute orders.
I get back to work, continuing my morning ritual of coffee and checking my emails. I shake out my wavy hair, the ends touching my bare back. I’m wearing a dress today—my excuse? It’s a little warmer, nothing at all to do with possible alpha visitation.
Yes, I may have picked out one of my nicer black dresses, but that’s because my others are already packed. This one has a low back, thin straps, and maybe a tad short if I bend over, but I’ve paired it with my trusted knee-high boots and a cropped cardigan that’s currently hung on the back of my desk chair.
When the light above my office door flashes, indicating someone outside, I glance at the time and frown. It’s 8 AM. We don’t open until 9 AM.
It’s probably a delivery. I go back to my emails, knowing they’ll just leave it outside. I’m sure Val or Luc would bring it in when they get here...
The door to my office opens, and I squeak, full on squeak like a mouse jumping in my seat.
Then Sylvan steps inside.
“Sylvan,” I pant, hand to my chest. “You scared me! What are you doing here?”
He doesn’t say a word.
Instead, he takes slow, steady steps towards me. When he gets closer, I notice those baby blues have twisted into something darker, more primal.
“Sylvan, is everything okay?” I hesitate, then remember this isSylvan.
An alpha, yes, but still the sweet one who panicked over upsetting me. Who bought me a retina scan as a form of apology.
I slowly come out from behind my desk, and his eyes drop down to my legs, trailing over the leather boots, mybare thighs, up to my chest, my face, my eyes, landing on my mouth.
I cast my own perusal. His hair’s damp, auburn strands darker, freshly washed. It makes his compression t-shirt even tighter as watermarks line the indents of his abs.
Even in my dress, I feel awfully hot.
“Here,” hebarks.
My spine snaps straight. I grit my teeth, trying to fight it.
