It wasn't Ethan who was supposed to be in heat. That meant, by default, the suffocatingly sweet scent belonged to Helena.
"Huh." Mark smirked, turning his head to look at Ethan, whose brow was already tightly furrowed in distress. "She's certainly enjoying her time in there. Let your Alpha have some fun, Ethan. Why don't we have some fun out here instead?"
Ethan ignored the taunt, his entire focus pinned on breaking free to reach Viona. But his defiance was cut short. A sudden, violent wave of weakness washed over his limbs, turning his legs to water. Before his knees could crack against the floor, Mark caught him.
Mark grinned, watching the Omega tremble in his arms as a sudden, feverish heat spread rapidly through Ethan's veins.
Then, a second scent pierced the heavy air.
