This wasn’t what Feyre was expecting at all. Not even a little bit. She stood in the doorway of a comfortable homey feeling house that fit the High Lord and at the same time it didn’t. This was nothing like the manor she had watched for days. It wasn’t cold or sterile and it reeked of him. Of Rhysand and other Alphas.

She watched him put the car keys in a little dish. Feyre had no idea how to drive but it couldn’t be that hard right?

“You… want me to live here? With you?” Feyre still hadn’t moved from her spot in the doorway. She had been off her suppressors for days, and while taking one in the car helped, it wasn’t doing anything about the strong powerful Alpha scent that was filling her lung with each breath. And causing her core to melt with need.

Her cheeks were already flushed from the car and standing too close to Rhysand but her eyes were getting a needy glassy look to them. One downside of being on suppressors since she showed, besides them being bad to take for a long time, was that she never had to properly control her inner Omega and its wild ways.

“You can’t be serious.” And yet it seemed like he was.

“I need some air.” Feyre backed out of the doorway and back into the cool night air. It felt nice on her flushed cheeks and the young human was able to take a full deep breath.