Archer drove straight to the villa Shiloh owned. It was the one place he knew Shiloh felt safe from other Alphas—away from their scents, away from the pressure, especially when he was in heat.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he stepped harder on the gas.
“Hold on…” he muttered under his breath.
When he arrived, he didn’t waste a second. He got out of the car and rushed to the door, already reaching for the spare key he knew Shiloh kept hidden. His hands moved fast, but his chest felt tight.
Something was wrong. He could feel it.
The door clicked open.
The moment Archer stepped inside, the scent hit him.
Sweet. Thick. Overwhelming.
Omega.
His breath caught.
“Shiloh…”
He closed the door behind him quickly, trying to block the scent from leaking outside. The air inside
