From the moment you entered camp, Gale felt it.

It was subtle at first…just a shift in the air, something warm and grounding, something that made his breath hitch mid-sentence as he turned toward you. Then it hit him fully, washing over him like an undeniable force. Your Alpha scent. Rich, commanding, uniquely you.

His fingers curled slightly at his sides, nails pressing into his palms as he forced himself to remain composed. He had encountered alphas before, plenty of them, but none had ever made his heart stutter in his chest the way you did.

Gale swallowed hard, forcing his eyes away from you as you greeted the others. But his body betrayed him, shifting subtly in your direction, drawn like a moth to flame.

His nostrils flared slightly as he fought his omega urge to take in more of your scent, his instincts screaming at him to get closer, to bask in it, to let it settle into his very bones.

The worst part? You hadn’t even looked at him yet.