As soon as he eased the door open, Alpha Draven could already smell him—sweet and addictive. More potent than usual, which was driving him crazier than he already was.
The healer had only briefly explained what was happening to him. Aysel was experiencing heat, but nothing was working to help him calm down like the last time.
He had thought he would be able to do something but he was wrong because being close to him was the cause of the heat to begin with.
He inhaled deeply and his legs walked towards the bed of their own accord as if he was no longer in control of his actions.
Heat radiated off him in waves, making his breathing heavy and fast.
"Aysel". Alpha Draven called in a hoarse voice as he lowered himself above him on the bed. His control was just a millimetre away from slipping totally out of his grasp.
