Whatever it was, it was buried under layers of soap and shampoo, as if she had scrubbed her skin thoroughly sometime today.
I leaned closer, my hand moving to cup the side of her neck. She didn't pull away, didn't protest. If anything, she seemed to sway toward me.
"Tell me you're mine," I said quietly, my thumb brushing across her cheek.
Her lips parted slightly, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. Something was warring inside her, some internal battle I couldn't understand.
Just as she opened her mouth to respond, there was a sharp knock on the door.
"Alpha!" Marcus's urgent voice called through the wood. "We have a situation that requires your immediate attention."
I cursed under my breath, every muscle in my body tensing with frustration. The timing couldn't have been worse
