Capítulo 5: Chapter 5

He could relate.

Damned hormones.

Damned fucking alphas. 3

Grant Tenereth shifted in his seat as he merged the SUV into highway traffic on the way to the omega facility. Something was making him itch. He glanced at the man in the passenger seat—nothing but dead silence from the moment they’d started this journey. There was something unusual about Rafael Vargas. Something Grant couldn’t pin down. The only thing he was sure of was the desire to know the man better.

Much better.

Intimately better.

Grant hadn’t had a reaction like that toward any man in ages. Oh he’d had pragmatic sexual encounters with betas—a means to an end on both sides. But Rafael was different. He smelled different. A pleasing masculine scent, even though it was sadly marred by some odd metallic note. Confusing.

Grant hated confusion.

He tried again to engage the man in conversation. “What do you think your chances are of finding the hacker?”

“Depends on his skill.”