Wrapped in the man's arms, Soren thought his breath might freeze at any moment. He tried to push him away—gently at first—but Rihaan's grip tightened, refusing to let go.
"Seriously, what is wrong with you?" Soren sighed, eventually giving up.
If he struggled any harder, Rihaan might release his pheromones, which would only make things worse later.
His heat was also approaching. A dominant alpha's pheromones were far too dangerous for him right now. His body grew unusually sensitive before a heat cycle, even though he was accustomed to being around alphas of all kinds—normal, recessive, or dominant.
When he felt his shirt growing damp, Soren frowned. He pushed Rihaan away, hard enough for the man's grip to slip, his arms falling limply to his sides.
Soren's eyes widened at the sight before him.
Rihaan's hazel eyes were wet, tears spilling down his cheeks like a river. His breath hitched as he tried to wipe them away, but it was useless. They simply refused to stop.
