Abel
By afternoon, Millicent was miserable. I could see it in the way she held herself carefully, the way she kept shifting in her seat, the way her breath came in short pants despite the cool office. Her heat was winning, and we both knew it.
"Millicent," I said, approaching her desk carefully. "You need to go home."
"I'm fine," she said automatically, but her voice was strained.
"You're not fine. You're in heat, the suppressants have failed, and every alpha in this building can smell it."
Her face flushed deeper. "I can manage one more day. The suppressants will kick in properly soon."
"No, they won't." I kept my voice gentle despite my frustration. "Go home. Take the rest of the week. That's an order."
She looked up at me then, and the desperation in her eyes nearly broke my cont
