Wyatt Yardley looked at her flustered state, his brows slightly furrowed.
He didn't move, just stood there quietly.
Finally, he sighed softly and spoke in a gentle voice.
"Seraphina, you're in heat."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a thunderous crash echoed outside, shaking the heavens and earth.
Seraphina Caldwell's mind exploded.
She had actually anticipated it.
For the past few days, her body had been sending signals—an inexplicable heat and a racing heartbeat.
Especially every time Wyatt Yardley came close, her eyes uncontrollably followed him.
She knew something was off, but she kept suppressing it with all her rationality.
But now, being so bluntly pointed out by him, the shame almost drowned her.
She had been holding onto a sliver of luck, thinking that even if the mating season had arrived, it wouldn't act up so quickly.
After all, in previous years, it was only after a few days that obvious symptoms appeared; she thought she could hold on.
