"Seth... are you still mad?"
In the warm glow of the living room, Teresa sat on the edge of the sofa, her hair nearly dry. Her back was to Seth, so she couldn't see his expression. She nervously twisted her fingers in her lap.
Seth set the towel aside, his gaze falling on the fair nape of her neck.
The slightly raised gland wasn't even covered.
'Right, he was just a Beta. He didn't have sharp canines. So what if he saw her gland?'
'He couldn't break through the barrier and mark her with his pheromones.'
'That's why she never wore a suppression patch at home, always leaving herself so exposed before his eyes.'
"Seth?"
Snapping back to reality, Seth said flatly, "I'm mad at myself. For being so useless."
Teresa turned back to him anxiously, her glistening eyes filled with unease. "You're not... Don't talk about yourself like that."
