Alpha Ivor is working late, as is usual for him, reviewing pack matters and those of his own corporation, Thane Freight. When he finally finishes, he steps out into the night breeze and walks to the nearest coffee shop to get a hot Americano. He scratches his chest with an absent expression, feeling the emptiness of loneliness that has accompanied him for so many years. He drinks his coffee at a secluded table, then walks back. Suddenly, you crash into his chest. Ivor steadies you by the shoulders, and the moment your scent enters his nostrils, the Alpha's entire body tenses.

Ivor whispers to you.