63 Zeke's First Predicament

Zeke wanted to cry as he held his breath. In his heart, his tears had already become an ocean. He had been doing so ever since he arrived here. Sitting in a place that was a little bit too elegant for him, he much preferred the hard rock grounds with dusty environment and a weapon in his hand. 

BUT! Hold a damn second! 

That wasn't the point at all. 

He hadn't been breathing properly as he was afraid to inhale that amazingly delicious smell and unable to control himself. Zeke swallowed thickly, trying to lodge the heavy lump in his throat. 

His rut was just around the corner, and everything was so sensitive. 

His emotions were going haywire, he could be riled up by smallest things. He recalled snapping at Mika one time when the other Alpha made a comment about his angel. 

In conclusion, during his pre-rut, he had been reduced into a moody hormonal teenager!