Erin made a strangled noise and covered her face completely.
Marcus inhaled slowly through his nose, then immediately regretted it. The scent saturating the hallway had become almost unbearable—Alpha, Luna, bonding, possession—rolling through the corridor in thick waves so potent that even lower-ranking wolves passing several hallways away had begun fleeing the area out of sheer embarrassment.
One poor omega assistant had walked around the corner earlier with documents in hand, only to freeze, blush violently, drop everything, and practically sprint away. Marcus never wanted to remember that moment again.
Elena finally broke first. "…Earlier today," she muttered stiffly, still refusing to look at either of them, "Lady Dakota was trying to convince the healer to restrict Alpha Kade from his conjugal rights."
A terrible silence followed.
Then Erin let out one disbelieving laugh before slapping both hands over her mouth.
Marcus slowly pinched the bridge of his nose.
