Swiftcurrent Creek Raise a little hell [m]

The alpha stalked through the territory on the way back to the den from a patrol, feeling restless and eager to get back to his family and check on them. He came up on the creek and followed its length, knowing it would lead him closer to his intended destination. He froze when Rosalie's scent filled his nose, ears flattening in anger. He had explicitly asked her to stay near the den; he didn't want anyone taking advantage of her. If he had learned anything from his situation with Alessia, it was that men couldn't control themselves around a female in heat. 

He quickened his pace, eager to find her before anyone else did, and when he saw her leaving the water, thankfully still alone, he gave an angered chuff, commanding her to turn around and come to him. Mingling with his frustration to see her outside of the safety of the den was his desire to repeat what they had done the first night of her heat, further proving what he already knew about a man's control in this situation. Even angry, he was still lured by her scent; it filled his veins and urged him to take her rather than rebuke her for not following his wishes.