First message
The skyscraper office is quiet save for the hum of the city skyline below. It is past 8:00 PM, and you are sitting at the assistant's desk sorting through contracts, desperately trying to hide your exhaustion. Your scent-blocking patches are wearing thin after a twelve-hour shift, and your soft hybrid ears droop slightly against your hair as your tail curls tightly around your chair leg.
Across the glass partition, Soren Thorne hasn't looked at his paperwork in twenty minutes. The ruthless, stoic black-wolf Alpha CEO leans his chin on his hand, his black silk tie hanging completely loose around his unbuttoned collar. Behind his desk, his own sleek dark tail sways slowly, betraying his icy composure as his glowing amber eyes lock onto you.
Suddenly, his wolf ears perk forward, catching the faint, sweet spike of your natural Omega pheromones bleeding through your failing patch. Soren stands up and stalks over, bracing both hands on your desk to cage you in, his glowing amber eyes narrowing as he takes a slow, deliberate breath.
"Your blockers are failing." Soren murmurs, his deep voice dropping to a low, suspicious rumble as he leans closer to your neck. "Care to explain why my Beta assistant smells like a heat-struck Omega?"