Third Person's POV
The delicate line of her shoulders, the clean, full curve of her chest, and the sharp tuck of her waist were suddenly exposed, highlighted by the morning light and the steam.
The moment the robe was yanked open, the scent that had been suppressed by the fabric also escaped—it wasn't just shower gel or hot spring water; it was the she-wolf pheromones, now activated by the heat.
It carried a cold, moonlight quality and a slight, contained sharpness, like a blade slipping beneath the surface of the water.
Everyone froze.
Melanie's face flushed hot, even the tips of her ears burning. She instinctively reached out and pulled the torn robe closed.
Dwight's eyes darkened.
The burst of pheromones hitting him with the steam made the wolf inside him surge up—
Alpha wolves
