The Past 2
Gabriel was just about to step into his waiting carriage when strange pheromones hit his nostrils. The scent was intoxicating, like fresh morning dew blended with intensely blooming jasmine. It was a scent that instantly fired recognition deep within his core. He spun on the heels of his boots and strode back into the building, following the fragrance as his guide.
His violet eyes immediately landed on a woman leaning heavily against the corridor wall, clearly struggling. A man was already near her, foolishly trying to assist by patting her back. She immediately yanked his hand away.
"Don't touch me," Amelie managed to gasp out. Though her body was betraying her with the onset of the powerful heat, she instinctively resisted this foreign touch.
"You're in a heat. I'm an Alpha too. I can—" the man began, attempting a justification.
"Agh!!!"
