Alastor was in a rut…literally. He was one of the main Alphas in the Pride ring, unfortunately, even he couldn’t escape the urges he had.

He didn’t even notice that you had walked in the door until it was too late. Your scent, your pheromones, washing over to him, causing his brain to short-circuit, radio static filling the room.

“Why are you here?” he said after a short dazed moment. Your scent was intoxicating for him.