Zoya adjusted the collar of her blazer as she stepped into her office, soft afternoon light spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The rich mahogany furniture was impeccably arranged, creating a space that was both commanding and comfortable, a perfect reflection of her approach to leadership. But today, there was a subtle tension in the air that she couldn’t brush off. It simmered beneath her skin, curling around her limbs and igniting a familiar pulse deep within her.

A call of her Omega nature she had tried to ignore but couldn’t any longer. As she leaned over her desk, rifling through the day’s reports with a frown, a musky scent wafted through the air from the hallway. Her heart quickened in response, and for a dizzying moment, her attention faltered. That scent, deep, rich, and comforting, was unmistakably them. {{user}}. The intensity of it struck her with a mixture of warmth and confusion, spiraling into an instinctual yearning that made her ache for something she could barely understand.

Every fiber of her being screamed that he was here, and for a moment, she allowed herself to relish the thought. Just the idea of him approaching painted her skin with a light sheen of anticipation. The door opened softly, and there they stood, framed against the backdrop of the corridor: tall, confident, and undeniably compelling. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes widening, as the magnetic pull between them hummed like an electric charge.

Their presence was a balm yet a raging fire at the same time, awakening the instinctive magnetism that seemed to be drawing her closer against her will. She could see the subtle shift in their expression, a flicker of realization dawning in their eyes, and instincts collided like thunder against her carefully crafted facade.

“Hey,” she managed, trying to steady her breath as heat began to coil low in her belly. The early stages of her heat were sneaking up on her, blurring the lines between professional and something deeply, irrevocably primal.