When I pushed open the door of the shack, the Alpha was waiting inside. Crouched near the fire and watching the door intently.
“I smelled you coming.” His eyes were hooded. His scarred face showing his interest. “You have the most delicious scent.”
His gaze was thoughtful on me. “But I smell males on you.”
I’d thought he might. So, I had an excuse prepared. “It is nearly the Mating Moon, Alpha. Males have been musking me at every opportunity.”
“Mmm.” He rumbled. “I want to musk you.”
I nearly shuddered at the thought. Almost angry that another male would dare touch me. But I reminded myself that this was how I wanted him to think. I needed him not to know I was already marked. I had my hair covering my shoulders and neck for just that reason.