{"Out of Darkness Cometh Light"}
WAVE'S POV
I knew it when the scent hit me, mine, not someone else's. Sharp. Sweet. Tinged with the undeniable musk of vulnerability. The enforcer's office was sterile. Controlled. My space. I had built a reputation here, one forged in discipline and order. I did not make any mistakes. It started low, just a simmer in my spine, a creeping tightness in my belly. Then it slammed into me like wildfire under my skin. My breath hitched. My hands shook. My legs? Useless. I pushed off my desk like a drunk man, barely nodding at someone who called my name.
"Wave? You good?" No, I was not good. I was an omega enforcer about to break down in front of half the damn pack.
"I got to go," I mumbled, forcing my way out the door, sunglasses half-slipping off my nose as I staggered into the burning afternoon sun. My bones felt like they did not fit right anymore, like my body was shifting too fast for my mind to keep up.
