"What are you doing? This is the women's restroom!" Without thinking twice, Carrie turned and grabbed him by the arm.
Her fingers had barely grazed his skin when he swallowed, his hazel eyes darkening as a slow heat spread across his chest.
Unaware of what was happening, a frown settled on her face when he didn't budge and she glared up at him in annoyance.
"Whoever you are, you can't just be in here simply because you're the son of an alpha!"
Sucking in a deep breath, Dean took in the sweet scent emanating from her, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly as he inhaled it.
For the past two weeks, all he could think about was seeing her face, and the thought of meeting her again had pushed him to work twice as hard.
Thankfully, he caught her scent as soon as he stepped into the pack and tracked her here.
It had only been two weeks but she already looked different…
"Have you suddenly lost the ability to speak?"
