Fifty Two.

Alpha Vander

Fallon tenses up as my hand rests on her thigh.

“You okay?”

“Hmmm!”

I could feel her skin heating up under her clothes. Her neck starts to flush and gradually the redness moves up to her face. I could smell the change in her scent too. It was early, but she was coming back into heat.

“You don’t look so good.” Cleo mutters as she peers over the menu, looking at Fallon.

“Thanks!”