Savier was supposed to tell the alpha he would bring water, but that intense gaze filled with arousal stopped him. It did not help that Rylan's pheromones also poured on him intensely, as if wanting to engulf him.
"Sir Rylan," Savier called in a voice far hoarser than he had ever been. Rylan must be too far gone out of his rut, and that's the reason he was acting this way.
He should be the one who suppressed his emotions more.
And yet none of the two realized just how abnormal their situation was. None of them questioned how they were not rejecting each other at all.
And none brought up a topic of an omega or anything that would actually make sense in an alpha's rut.
Rylan did not answer, but his gaze remained deep and filled with arousal. The way he looked at Saveir was not something a subordinate would do to someone he served.
Savier swallowed, and as though his mind wanted to play with fire more than he was already doing, his pheromones began to seep from him.
