"Yes, your scent," Gideon replied. He shook his head, forcing himself to take a step back as he realized his rut was dangerously close. During this time, his senses always reached a fever pitch, making every fragment of her presence feel like an overwhelming pull on his control.
Adeline watched him, her mind racing. As an omega, she understood that the effect she had on an alpha, especially one as powerful as Gideon, could be more volatile than anything she had ever experienced.
"Gideon, you should eat the donuts and rest for a while," she suggested, hoping to give him some space to settle his wolf.
"No, stay here. I won't be eating more than one; you're the one who needs to finish the rest," Gideon told her, finally taking a seat, though his movements remained stiff. He looked at her intently. "Does it make you uncomfortable? That I mentioned your scent?"
