Abel
I knew something was changing with Millicent the second she walked through my office door on Monday morning. Her scent hit me like a freight train - richer, sweeter, with an edge that made my wolf sit up and take notice.
Heat. She was going into heat.
From the slight sheen of sweat on her forehead despite the cool office and the way she kept tugging at her collar, she knew it too. Her suppressants were failing. Probably had been for days, which explained the scent changes I'd been noticing.
"Morning," she said, not quite meeting my eyes as she set coffee on my desk. Her hand trembled slightly, and she pulled back quickly when our fingers almost brushed.
"Millicent." I kept my voice carefully neutral even though my wolf was already pacing. "You feeling alright?"
"I'm fine." The l
