For a moment, they stood there staring at each other, taking everything in. Gavin’s eyes trailed from the man’s eyes to his features. What was his name, Ainar? Alpha Ainar? Ainar has a darker shade of hair, the darkest he’s seen among the members of his pack present. The alpha has a small nose and pretty pink lips. He’s lean, his build big but still slightly smaller than the rest. He wouldn’t think the guy is the alpha if not for his eyes glinting gold right now. The moment was broken when he breathed in and smelled the mixed scents of everyone present. Some are in disbelief, irritation, and the most potent is anger. He looked around and saw everyone staring at them. He tried not to cough as their scents invade his nostrils. “This doesn’t make sense,” one omega said loudly, gaining the attention of everyone there. Ainar, though, kept his gaze firmly at him. He’s starting to feel conscious, feeling small under the piercing gaze. “What doesn’t?” a deep voice replied. He looked up t
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