Bab 27: Chapter 27

The man inhaled sharply. Nostrils expanded, pupils dilated.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Alpha.

And with all the sweat and stress, Rafe must be churning out scent pheromones like a bakery on free-donut Friday. He stumbled backward, trying to put distance between him and the cop.

The officer cleared his throat. “Hey, I’ve got some breakfast for you. Come here.”

“No thanks, I’m not hungry.” His stomach chose that moment to disagree. No one could have missed the rumbling growl.

The cop grinned. “Come on, I know you’re hungry, and the food’s not that bad.”

“I said no.”

“You gotta eat.” The coaxing tone held a core of steel.

Deciding if he didn’t take the tray, the man would never leave, Rafe approached the cell door and extended one hand toward the food slot, keeping as far back as he could.

In a blur of movement, the alpha’s hand shot through the bars, grabbed Rafe’s wrist, and pulled him closer.