“Fucking alpha and his stupid pheromones,” Winter grumbled. “Who the hell does he think he is?” 

Winter was so damn frazzled he wasn’t thinking straight. Fucking sexy-ass alpha! No, he’s not sexy, he’s an asshole.  

Winter might have acted unaffected earlier by the alpha’s dominating pheromones, when in truth he wanted to fall to his knees with his ass in the air and neck bared, hoping the man would fuck him deep and hard. It was only his anger that gave him the strength to refuse his lustful desire. 

“And here I thought we could at least be friends,” came the deep voice.

Winter turned and scowled. “Do you always go around listening to people arguing with themselves?” He looked better after taking a shower. Not that he wasn’t good-looking before. 

“I was concerned,” Creed said walking into the kitchen.

“As you can see, I’m fine.” He went to walk over to the sink and hissed, realizing he’d stepped on a broken glass that he’d missed while cleaning up. “Shit.” 

He lifted up his foot, seeing blood staining the floor. Winter loved walking around in bare feet, but he was regretting that decision at the moment. Before he could say anything, arms wrapped around his waist, easily lifting him up off the ground. Raising his head, his gaze connected with pleasing deep gray ones that made his brain completely short circuit.

“I think I’ve found a way to shut you up.”

“Huh?” Winter was distracted by the man’s delectable mouth. 

Gods, what did he just say?

“Where is the first-aid kit?” Creed asked.

“What?”

“You’re bleeding.”

“Am I?” He was thoroughly confused.

“Yeah, you are,” whispered the sweet seductive voice that seemed to wash over him, raising goosebumps all over his body. Winter was placed on the counter, but he still felt as if he was floating. “First-aid kit, where is it?”

“Um…in the bathroom I think.” 

“All right, wait here. I’ll be back.”

Winter watched as the alpha walked out of the kitchen and he was able to breathe. 

What the holy fuck is happening to me?