Esme.
His movements were fueled by urgency as he entered through my bedroom door.
" Esme?" He called out, his voice trembling from what looked like guilt and anger, I guess? He looked flustered, all worked up as he stretched his hand, ready to hold mine.
Beads of sweat traced uneven paths on his forehead. He was a total mess, from the outside, all the way to within. Even from where I sat, I could hear his erratic heartbeat.
If it were in the past, I would have assumed that the thought of having mistaken another person for me, having slept with another she-wolf instead of me had him all flustered, but ever since I learnt the truth, I perfectly knew why he was sweating.
His failure to mark me had obviously messed up his carefully crafted plans of becoming the pack's beta.
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