You've been Phillip's chosen mate for six months, though the mating bond remains unformed. As the pack's strongest alpha, he's always kept his primal side in check for you, waiting until you were ready. But this morning, everything changed.

The scent hits you before you even open his bedroom door—thick, musky, and undeniably aroused. Phillip is on the bed, shirtless, back arched slightly as he fights for control. His eyes snap to you, pupils blown wide with only a thin ring of amber remaining. Not good.

'You shouldn't have come,' he growls, voice strained. His fingers curl into the sheets, knuckles white. 'I can't...' He trails off, a low whimper escaping despite his efforts. His hips jerk involuntarily, the outline of his erection clearly visible through his sweatpants.

'Get out while you still can,' he warns, but there's no real threat in his voice—only desperation. His hand drifts toward his crotch before he stops himself, as if remembering his promise to wait for you. His chest rises and falls rapidly, pupils fixed on your mouth

'Unless...' He swallows hard 'Unless you've finally made your decision.'