Knot My Alpha
The Alpha walks away without looking back, and I frown, my mind scrambling to make sense of what just happened.
Why is he masking his scent with Beta musk?
I know what I smelled. I know what my instincts screamed the moment I looked up at him. That was an Alpha. A strong one, but the second he got close, that overwhelming scent, the one that made something deep inside me lock onto him, was… dulled.
The chemical undertone of Beta musk is unmistakable, a synthetic layer meant to cover up something more potent. But why? Why would an Alpha hide what he is?
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