Hugo's POV
The cameras had turned off a while ago.
Most of the staff had already begun packing up, their chatter fading into background noise. But I didn't hear any of it. Couldn't.
Because all I could feel was her.
Mint.
Sharp. Cold. Electric. And mine.
It started with a sudden spike in her pheromones. I had reached for her—maybe too fast—and her instincts had flared. She stepped back, but her body moved before her mind caught up.
And then I felt it.
Right behind my ear.
The sting of her mint pheromone sinking into me like a brand, a signature, a claim. My knees almost buckled, not from pain—but from the shock. The thrill. The sheer possessiveness that rushed in my blood like wildfire.
She. Marked. Me.
Leanna. My omega. My impossible girl.
She wasn't an alpha. Hell, she wasn't even trying to mark me. But her pheromone—dominant, rare, uncompromising—acted on its own, wild and instinctive. And my alpha instinct? It didn't resist. It submitted.
Not in defeat.
In delight.
