Claiming Rhett

Havermouth, Six Years Before

Heath parked on the street and wiped his palms on his jeans nervously, looking at the Salem house through the window.

F-k, his stomach was doing flip-flops, making him feel nauseous as he approached the front door and rang the doorbell. What would Rhett’s reaction be? Heath’s fear kept his ribs tight around his lungs and made it hard to draw breath.

He heard footsteps from inside, and then Mrs Salem opened the door with a bright smile. “Hi Heath, how are you today?”

“Hi Mrs Salem. I’m good thanks.”

“Rhett’s taking birthday privileges and sleeping in. I have to go,” she glanced at her watch. “Good luck getting him up.” She grabbed her purse off the hall table and pulled the door shut behind her. He heard her high heels clap over the porch and waited until he heard the car start before making his way through the house to Rhett’s room.

He opened the bedroom door and breathed in, relishing the trapped scent of his mate. F-k, he was hard as he stepped into the