The heat hit me without warning.
I was sorting through Lucien’s postoperative files in the hospital’s archive room when something inside me snapped.
A rush of heat surged up from my lower spine. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, my breath turned ragged, and scents became painfully sharp.
I glanced at my wrist—red, glowing, as if a second pulse had awakened beneath the skin.
My body was going into heat.
But this wasn’t an Omega’s body.
Or at least, it wasn’t supposed to be.
I shoved the files into my bag and stumbled toward the stairwell. My knees barely held. The scent of disinfectant and blood warped into something sweeter—like iron and heat and desperate, needy want.
“Alpha Evelyn!”
I barely registered Omega Silas's voice as he caught me at the bottom of the stairs.
“You’re
