Kelsey's POV
I swallowed hard, my cedar pheromones tightening instantly, like a frozen lake surface.
Just my luck—recently, even my complaints get overheard!
A cold wave of fir pheromones flooded in from behind, carrying the signature oppression of an Alpha.
Marcus appeared in the doorway, his vertical pupils sweeping between Angela and me. The fir aura glanced off Angela, icy and distant, then swirled around me.
As Marcus entered, the fir pheromones spread like frozen mist. His face was a mask, but his vertical pupils contracted slightly under the light—a clear sign of an Alpha suppressing his emotions.
Angela quickly forced a smile, her lily of the valley pheromones turning cloyingly sweet. "Marcus, I made you some cream of mushroom soup," she said.
"Get out," he said flatly. The
