Savier took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself, but inhaled a decent amount of pheromones instead. He quickly covered half of his face, and the veins in his hands became more apparent as his gaze flickered sharply.
His rationality was telling him to leave now, and he sent another person, possibly a beta, to check Rylan's condition. Yet, he did not think he was rational enough to make such a decision.
Savier had realized more about his feelings at this moment.
He was truly different from the norm. How was he being affected by an alpha's rut pheromones? Savier was being agitated, but not in a way that an alpha would react, but more that his arousal was beginning to awaken.
Savier bit the inside of his cheek as he closed his eyes firmly. He held his pheromones, not wanting to mix with the already chaotic rut pheromones, even if his instincts were screaming for him to do it.
