"Davis's POV"
I stood in my bedroom at the family estate, staring at the small suitcase open on my bed.
It wasn't much, just a few changes of clothes, toiletries, and the suppressants I knew I wouldn't need once the rut fully hit. I wasn't planning to stay long. Just for the duration of the rut. But even packing felt significant.
This wasn't just about sex.
This was about Lirien.
I had spent the last few days thinking about him constantly. His scent. The way his eyes widened when I spoke to him. The shy but undeniable pull I felt toward him. And the way Vael looked at him, protective, possessive, but also deeply in love.
I wanted to be part of that.
I closed the suitcase, grabbed my jacket, and left the estate without telling anyone where I was going. The drive to Vael's apartment was quiet. My rut was already simmering beneath my skin, a low, constant heat that made my senses sharper and my body more aware of every little shift in the air.
