Summary:

Ilya smells like chamomile with something spicy underlying it, sweet and earthy and a little like some kind of home. Not overpowering and unbearable, like a lot of other Alphas. He hasn't heard anyone online talking about this, which makes something irrationally possessive inside him feel very sated. Mine.

There’s a hand grabbing at his collar and pulling him back. “Who fucking taught you how to do that?”

“Googled it,” Shane hears himself say smugly.

In fear of his Beta status being a source of dissatisfaction in their not-quite-relationship, Shane is determined to find and execute the strategy of how to best keep an Alpha entertained.

Ilya is beyond confused.