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“You smell amazing,” he told me. Then Soren leaned forward and ran his nose along my collarbone. “Let me taste you, Francesca. Please?”

He kept saying that, making his statement sound like a request. I’d be annoyed if he wasn’t still waiting for my permission to do more than just run his hands over my body.

Maybe he really was inexperienced.

Before I could say anything though he moved and suddenly I was on my back.

The look in his eyes was nearly feral and his grip on my thigh kept me right up against him. He was still rock hard and the way he pressed his hips against mine made me breathless, but I was on myback.

He must have scented my sudden fear because he blinked and reason started to fill his eyes once more.

Soren jerked back, giving me room to sit up. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He reached for me but then thought better of it.

I watched him push off the couch and grab his backpack and hat in one smooth motion, his cheeks slightly pink.

His scent was full of stress and disbelief tinged with a little bit of embarrassment. It sharpened the scent of his pheromones until the cedarwood overwhelmed everything else.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I didn’t mean…It was a mistake. I don’t know what came over me.”

I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him hesitate, his gaze dropping down to my chest. He even licked his lips before turning on his heel and heading for the door.

He was so stressed and freaked out I couldn’t even be mad that he’d done all that and then called it a mistake.

This stupid alpha…he really must not have realized what he was doing until he scented my fear.

What did the fuck did that even mean?

CHAPTER 31

Frankie

Freezingcold water ran over my body and I hissed in a breath. I hated the cold but I could almost breathe again now that my body was cooling down.

Tipping my head back, I closed my eyes and forced my breathing to regulate.

Logic returned as his scent was washed away and with it came the guilt.

I can’t believe I did that.

Jesus. What waswrongwith me? Was I really that desperate for attention that I let himget me off? In my own fucking house?

I was supposed to be mentoring him. Helping him find his place at Genesis while Lucy was off on her honeymoon.

Not fuck him.

And he was an alpha. Even if I overlooked everything else, I couldn’t overlook that.

It’s only been four months since I reclaimed my legacy and here I was, cheating on my fake fiancé. Not that River cared. She actually kept encouraging me to find other partners butJesus Christ.

The icy water was doing its job and easing the throbbing between my legs, but it didn’t cool down the heat in my eyes.

At least I didn’t cry when I came for him.

Hot shame filled me and I could feel the tears burning my cheeks. I fuckinghatedhow easy it was for me to cry. I was an alpha. I wasn’t supposed to be like this.

So how did Soren make it so fucking hard to ignore how much Iwantedto be like this?

He’d disarmed me with his quiet reassurance, making it easy to let him take over instead of doing my usual bullshit.

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