Gwayne's jaw was clenched and his expression contorted into a grimace, his skin was flushed and it was shining with a thick coat of sweat as he squirmed on his cot.

Gwayne had forgotten his anti-heat elixir's when he left for this damned war, and now here he was, in the worst damned heat of his life, alone in his tent and yet in a camp filled with thousands of Alpha's.

Gwayne let out a guttural groan, curling into himself as his heat grew worse, his hair soaked with sweat and sticking to his forehead whilst he panted. He was lucky that his camp was on the furthest end of the camp and most of the alpha's were already mated.

However, it seemed his luck soon ran out.... Gwayne froze in place, a strong whiff of an alpha's phereomones entered his nose as someone pusned open the flaps of his tents, his eyes wide as he slowly looked over.