It was becoming unbearable. Every breath I took was filled with him. Cedarwood and spice, a heady blend that clung to the very air around Alaric, wrapping me in a constant torment. And beneath that, the primal musk, a deep, resonant note that my omega recognized instantly, a scent that screamed "Alpha," that screamed him. It was a siren song, pulling me under, drowning me in longing I couldn't afford to feel.I focused on the stack of parchments in my hands, willing myself to concentrate on the estate taxes from the southern territories, anything to distract myself from the torture of existing within ten feet of the Prince. Ten feet that felt like ten inches to my over sensitive nose and my traitorous omega.It would have been easier, gods, so much easier, if all I had was a simple, pathetic crush on the Prince. A schoolboy infatuation I could bury under layers of duty and self-preservation. But no. Fate, or whatever cruel deity orchestrated this mess, had decided to throw in a bloody
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