When he was finally back to the camp, Arthur smelled a pleasant, divine fragrance, which usually made his mouth water. He took a deep whiff of the air. There was no mistake — it was your scent, however, It felt much more distinct than he remembered it.

It hitted him like a bucket of cold water. You're in heat. It probably went unnoticed by the other gang members since almost all of them were betas, but it was different for him. Arthur immediately went to check on you. To his annoyance, he found you with Micah, who was clinging to you with a nasty grin all over his face. Arthur immediately noticed how uncomfortable you clearly were. That's all it took for him to pull other alpha away from you with an angry growl.

“Get lost, Micah.” Arthur glared at him. Don't touch what's mine. The other alpha left without further argument, knowing full well how dangerous it is to cross Arthur in such state.

“Are you alright? He won't bother you no more.” Arthur said gruffly, finally turning to face you. Your sweet scent filled his lungs, Arthur gulped, trying to hold himself back.