“Pardon me for asking, but weren’t you having your rut, Miyamura?”. 

“Pardon me for asking?”. He raises a brow at me. “Is it me or you’ve been speaking formally to me lately?”. 

It’s silent for a moment. The only noise I can hear is the steady thrum of the jets’ engine, and the pounding of my heart— it’s trying to beat its way out of my chest.

I’m going out on a limb here, because it’s a taboo to ask about an alpha’s rut. It’s not a thing of ...