HANS RAFAEL's POV
It was hot as hell. Sweat stained the front of my black T-shirt. Not even the gust of wind of the night could cool me down, and the four other men at west side seemed to be experiencing the same discomfort. I looked up the second floor and noticed the amount of pheromones escaping from the slightly opened window. Damn, he didn’t drink his inhibitors again. Maybe this is part of his plans to get his mate back.
"Cancel all your plans. We'll stay here for a while." I remarked, raising my voice slightly.
"Bakit, main?" They call me ‘main’ because I am the head of the security and we call them ‘branches’.
"The eagle has landed." I commented.
"Damn." Paulo said, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "Nangako pa naman ako sa asawa ko na uuwi ng
