Keelion pinched his brows with a groan at the back of his throat.
He'd been in his office all day. 'Locked himself in' would be the correct term. Anyone who saw him would think he was sick or something because of the way he looked, but he wasn't.
He had, in fact, gone into his rut, and if he ever dared step out there, where he knew those omegas were, forget about him, but his pheromones alone would mess them up.
He'd always kept his pheromones completely under control because he knew it made omegas lose their minds, but during his rut, he never had control over it. Trying to keep it under wraps rather backfires and hurts and he couldn't put anyone at risk by stepping out of that office.
And so he waited and waited until it was almost eleven in the evening.
He breathed out, his breath hot, and stood up from his office leather chair.
Keelion popped off the few buttons of his shirt and grabbed his phone, proceeding to the door to leave.
