Ava barely made it to her apartment before collapsing against the door, her body still burning with lingering heat. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to calm down, to focus on something other than the overwhelming sensation gripping her.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
She was an omega without scent. She had been trained to suppress her instincts, to exist unnoticed among both humans and wolves alike. She had spent years perfecting the ability to remain undetected, ensuring that no one—especially not an alpha—would ever sense what she truly was.
And yet, today, her body had betrayed her.
Her heat had surged to the surface, ignited by Damon’s anger, his presence, his proximity. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to regulate her breat
