Chapter:-11

Except Adom didn’t know that what was making him so angry was that he felt like he was losing control. He hadn’t even realized his scent had started to spike. The pills he usually takes for work don’t allow his scent any leeway; he’s surprised Alexander even knew he was an alpha. But it’s leaking out now, the bitter cocoa scent he doesn’t recognize much of anymore. It feels a little strange having someone else recognize his emotions better than himself.  

Alexander just stares up at him, patient. He raises a hand, as if asking Adom to join him on the bed. Adom stares at the hand but decides against it. He starts unbuttoning his own shirt, making sure to look at Alexander as he does. He can see it in Alexander eyes, that same look he had at the bar. Hungry, starving. Adom takes his time, he’s in control of the pace now, he can feel that the same way he can feel the tension in the air. He’s suddenl