Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Chapter 252

The room feels too small, the air too thick. Alec is only a few feet away, and even from here, his scent is a dark, potent cloud that wraps around me, sinking deep into my lungs, into my blood, until I feel like I'm drowning in it.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block him out, trying to will my body to stop reacting, but it's useless. My skin tingles, every inch of me acutely aware of his presence. I take a slow, shaky breath, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. The full moon is like an hour away, and everything feels sharper, more intense—his scent, the heat coursing through me, the primal need clawing at my insides.

When I open my eyes, Alec is moving through the room, his dark gaze scanning the pack as he strides forward with that easy, commanding confidence that comes so naturally to him. His shirt clings to his shoulders, his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, tan forearms, the veins running beneath his skin taut and pronounced.

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

He reaches my table and lowers himself into the chair beside me. And just like that, the rest of the room ceases to exist.

All I can see is him.

All I can feel is him.

wrapped around me, surrounding me, holding me. My muscles tighten, and my fingers dig into the table, trying

it's like inhaling fire. The heat inside me flares, scorching me from the inside out. My thighs press together, and it's a monumental effort

enough to send a shockwave through me. I bite down hard on my bottom lip, willing myself to stay

the low rumble of his voice hits me right in the

"Sadie?"

he's been talking, and I

at me now, one brow arched, a small, knowing smile curving his lips. The look in his eyes is dark, almost hungry, as if he can sense exactly what I'm

manage, my voice coming

asked if you're alright. This is your first heat cycle, and I was wondering

I'd forgotten that this is not his first rodeo when it comes to heat cycles. He had one with Lola if I remember correctly, and that, right now

his head in for not recognizing that Lola was a damn fake. Now here I was, when we should be experiencing this together for the

again, this time, he puts his warm hand on mine. "How are you holding

touches mine, I forget everything.