Adam practically sprinted toward the parking lot, his heart hammering against his ribs as he cradled Noah's trembling body.
As he crossed the threshold of the building and entered the open air of the campus, he made a conscious, strained effort to pull back his pheromones.
He was the President, a man who lived by the laws he helped uphold, and he understood the legal and social ramifications of his power.
To intentionally release a dominant Alpha scent in a public school area was not only a breach of conduct but a genuine danger to the hundreds of students surrounding them.
He gritted his teeth, forcing his pheromones into a tight, suppressed knot, even though every instinct he possessed was screaming at him to mark his territory and warn the world away from his mate.
He reached the sleek black car and quickly opened the rear door, laying the twitching and feverish Noah onto the leather upholstery of the backseat.
