Confronting an alpha like Elias? My omega instincts screamed submission, but I shoved them down. For Lucy, I had to try.
I paddled towards his room and knocked Elias's door, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Knocking softly, I pushed it open when his gruff "Come in" echoed through.
He was at a small desk by the window, buried in a stack of documents. The room smelled of him: pine smoke and ink, with a faint undercurrent of the forest outside. He didn't look up at first, his broad shoulders hunched, brow furrowed in concentration. His shirt was rumpled, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms, and for a moment, I faltered.
That alpha gaze, when it landed on me, always made my knees weak.
“Do you need anything?”
"I..um," I started, my voice already trembling under
