The Alpha In My Dream
With Gerald, the Alpha of the Silver Moon, residing in the main wing, and Silas, a powerful Alpha in his own right, living in the guest quarters just a few doors down, the air was saturated with a heavy, masculine musk that acted like gasoline on the fire of my heat.
The suppressants a bitter, chalky liquid that tasted of iron were meant to dampen the flame, but they seemed to be in a desperate, losing battle against the sheer potency of the Alphas surrounding me.
Every time a heavy footfall echoed in the corridor, my heart leaped. Every time the scent of cedar or rain drifted under my door, my body arched instinctively, a low, frustrated whine catching in my throat.
The medication made me f
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