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"Hi?" I whispered. He was indeed Herculean and with his tall, large frame of 6 ft 5, he overshadowed my 5 ft 9 height. I felt uneasy being in front of the Alpha himself, especially after that erotic dream we partook together, which had been embedded somewhere in my head. How could I speak comfortably then? Would he notice? His presence alone was doing something weird inside me. I was like a cat on a hot tin roof. "Come in," he invited me with his low baritone voice, stepping aside to give me room to stride inside, which I hesitantly did. In my peripheral view, I thought he sniffed the air out when I passed ahead of him. I inwardly shook my head because such a thought was off-center, even to me. Why would he? His house looked clean. The living room looked effortlessly stylish, rustic,