"Acker," whispered the woman, leaning in close. "Have you heard? Word had spread like wildfire throughout the town that a grand celebration was to be held at the Pack House in just a week's time." The excitement was palpable as the news reached every corner of the community, and whispers of the upcoming event could be heard in every conversation. It was said that no one was to be left out, as the invitation extended to all. The Pack House was sure to be filled to the brim with guests from far and wide, eager to partake in the festivities. "Hey Acker!" Katty exclaimed with great enthusiasm, interrupting him from his frantic scribbling in his medical record. Katty's words fell on deaf ears as he remained fixated on the task at hand, diligently jotting down his notes. Katty fixed her gaze upon her friend's countenance, which remained devoid of any discernible emotion. As time passed, his countenance gradually transformed into a somber expression. When they're talking about the Pack or

With a sudden burst of energy, Ackerly forcefully pushed Alpha Killan out of his way. Ackerly stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the scene before him. The Alpha's actions had left him utterly stunned, his mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of the situation. He couldn't believe that there were people confined inside, and yet the Alpha had acted with such callous disregard for their safety. Despite his shock, Ackerly remained stoic, refusing to show any outward signs of emotion. He was not the type of man to display affection, especially not towards someone who had earned his resentment like the Alpha. "Alpha Killan, what exactly are you doing?" With a deep sense of reverence, he posed the question and humbly lowered his head in deference to the Alpha, even though he knew full well that his presence was of little consequence to the esteemed leader. He was cautious not to meet the Alpha's gaze. Killan was left in a state of shock, unable to comprehend the importance of his behavior

Ackerly had barely settled into his apartment when a restlessness overtook him. Though he had planned to return to work the next day, his body seemed to have other plans. The scorching heat bore down on the man, causing beads of sweat to trickle down his forehead. He struggled to catch his breath, his chest heaving with each labored inhalation. He felt a strange urge to alter his physical form, but the nature of this desire eluded him. Every fiber of the man's being was ablaze. No one had uttered a word of reproach when he failed to show up for work, but now, as he attempts to rise from his bed, it is apparent that a fever has taken hold of him. A low, guttural moan escaped Ackerly's lips. In a sudden moment, as he continued to caress himself, particularly in that intimate area, a wave of relief washed over him. The man's throat tightened as if he had foreseen the inevitable fate that awaited him. Only his mate could calm him down about what was happening to him right now, as flame

Ackerly stirred from his slumber. The intoxicating aroma enveloped him. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, savoring the heady fragrance that filled his senses. It was a scent that he couldn't resist, one that left him craving more with every breath. The scent wafted towards Ackerly, causing him to let out a low, guttural moan. Little did he expect that the very aroma he was inhaling would be a response, a primal acknowledgement of the Alpha's presence. Ackerly's eyes dilated with desire. The man was taken aback as he found himself nuzzled deep into the soft, supple flesh of another's neck. "Holy sh*t!" Ackerly skillfully withdrew as the owner's neck continued to entice him and fill his face with its alluring scent. “Stay." Ackerly froze as the sultry voice commanded him to stay put. The sound of it sent shivers down his spine, igniting a primal desire within him. He couldn't resist the urge to obey, his body yearning for more of that seductive tone. The man's heart sank as

Ackerly stood in quiet observation as the pack members keeps on looking at him. Ackerly's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and his heart raced as he struggled to maintain his composure. Their eyes couldn't help but steal fleeting glances at him. The Alpha had decided to grant him a much-needed respite and thus barred him from participating in any work today. He lounges in the verdant oasis of the Pack House's backyard, where a breathtaking garden awaits, basking in the glow of both the rising and setting sun. The crispness of the air drew Ackerly here as the sun started to set. He knew he must pause and take respite here. From the moment he set foot in the Pack House, he had been ensconced in the Alpha's quarters, hidden from prying eyes. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, acutely aware of the intense scrutiny he was receiving from their piercing gazes. "Relax, Ackerly," he whispered, his voice low and smooth like velvet and his name rolled off his tongue like a caress.