TRISTAN

The door handle turned. My heart slammed against my ribs. I froze, my hand was still wrapped around my cock, my trousers were open, my breathing ragged.

“Alpha Tristan!”

The scream sliced through the dusty air. A nurse stood in the doorway, files tumbling from her arms, papers scattering like dead leaves. Her eyes went straight to my hard length, then snapped back up to my face.

“Shhh.” I pressed a finger to my lips. “Don’t you dare scream again. Close the damn door and ...