Markus flinched, stopping in his tracks. He was trembling, holding his hands close to himself. He was scared, and his scent reflected it as well.
“I-I’m sorry- I-…”, he stuttered, whimpering. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t hurt me. I- I’m just- really emotional because my heat should start soon-”. He wasn’t lying, but he was avoiding to mention his alpha even in the slightest.
emptynarration 