Kayden
"Goodness, Captain," I drawled, flashing my lashes at him. "Is this why you were so tense on the ice? You are so obsessed with me that you are going into rut? It must be embarrassing for you to want an Alpha."
Rhys let out a snarl, his grip on my throat tightening. "You are a brat, Kayden. You know that, don't you? You are a selfish, arrogant brat, and you have no idea how much I wanted to shut you up even when you are not even my type," he growled, then pushed the door open, shoving me inside and closing the door.
The front door didn't just close; it slammed with a force that rattled the very foundation of the house. The second we were inside the foyer, the air turned toxic.
Rhys's scent grew so aggressive that it made my knees weak. Not even the suppressants I'd been pumping into my veins for years could stand against the sheer proximity of a rutting Alpha.
