Allie was in the middle of putting on her shorts, adjusting them on her hips when the doorbell rang, followed by incessant knocking on the door. The omega spun around and walked the short distance between her room to the front door and opened it, revealing a very dishevelled Nate.

"Allie!" He's heaving for some reason. It's giving her all kinds of dirty images. "Are you okay? You texted me to come and didn't respond to my later texts. What happened?"

"Did you run here?" ...