His scent

Currently I pulled in a deep breath and knocked a third time, waiting another long moment. I wasn’t taking any chances. When I only heard silence, I turned the key and edged the door open slowly, peeking inside. I breathed a huge sigh of relief to find the room empty.

The familiar scent of the Alpha was lingering in the air, as usual but this time there was something wrong. This time, the scent was... intoxicating. Rich, warm, and strangely inviting not like before.

It smelled of wood smoke, earth, and something deeper, something primal. My heart skipped a beat as my breath caught in my throat.

Why did it smell so... good this time?

I swallowed hard, pushing the thought away. No, I couldn’t let myself go there.

Quickly getting to work, I tackled the bed sheets from his bed first. Of course as usual,  the disgusting linens were always a mess with any number of bodily fluids from different shewolves. 

My nose wrinkled in revulsion as I gathered the soiled sheet, the pungent scent causing my belly to roil. I’d smelled Alpha’s release enough that I would recognize his scent anywhere. I hated it but surprisingly not today.

It was the she-wolf's cum that was making my stomach to churn. And I really hated it. 

Shoving the offending sheet into a laundry bag, I fought back the gag crawling up my throat and breathed through my mouth to lessen the intense odour. Even though my Wolf had not yet emerged, my sense of smell was still radically sensitized past that of a human.

I tied the bag shut tightly and quickly placed it outside the door. Completing the bed with freshly laundered sheets, I moved into the bathroom, taking great care to make sure everything was sparkling clean, just right. Alpha would undoubtedly let me know if it wasn’t.

The clocked ticked through three more hours before I finished. It was 6 PM. I had started work at 5 AM and was exhausted.

My sore feet felt heavy as I trudged back to the small house, I shared with my mother. As usual she wasn’t at home. She wasn’t done with her work in the pack house.

I could already imagine my mother in the kitchen, cleaning up after the dinner service. She wouldn’t be done for a while. I’d have to eat alone again, like usual. I was used to it by now.

Opening the refrigerator door, I grabbed my allotted meal and gobbled it down, still far from satisfied. My shoulders slumped as I stood from the table and made my way to the little bathroom.

The cold tiles beneath my feet were a stark contrast to the warmth of the meal that had barely touched the hunger gnawing at me. I splashed some water on my face, trying to shake the fatigue that clung to me like a second skin but it didn’t change anything. 

I still didn’t feel well... which was normal, but it was worse today.

Skin, hot with the light sheen of sweat, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Wide blue eyes looked a little bit too big me. The dark circles beneath them seemed deeper than usual, and I barely recognized the tired girl staring back at me. My hair, normally messy from the hours of work, hung in loose waves around my shoulders. I was so... different from what I wanted to be.

Maybe I had a fever.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I hesitated for a moment before reaching for the hem of my worn-out shirt. The sleeves were torn, and the fabric clung to my body, revealing the curves I often tried to hide.

The soft glow from the bathroom light caught the curve of my waist as I lifted the shirt over my head, exposing the smooth skin of my shoulders, and the subtle dip of my collarbone. I wasn’t petite by any means, but I was well-formed, an hourglass figure that I never quite knew how to embrace. My stomach was toned from the constant movement, but there was a lingering softness in the curve of my hips, a softness that always felt at odds with the harsh reality I lived in.

Next, I unbuttoned my worn jeans, the fabric tight around my legs and worn thin from too many washes. They slid down my hips with a soft rustling, revealing long, lean legs that ached from the day’s work. My skin was fair, but even in the dim light, I could see the faint marks from labor, small bruises and cuts that never seemed to fully heal.

I stood there for a moment, allowing my tired eyes to take in my own reflection. My body, hot, tired, and a little bit broken was undeniably a woman's form, though I rarely allowed myself to see it. I was always too busy hiding behind the grime of daily chores and trying to blend into the shadows. But now, in the quiet solitude of the bathroom, I couldn’t ignore the softness of my curves, the roundness of my chest, or the delicate slope of my neck.

I took some time to appreciate my figure then later began to shower.

I let the water cascade down my body, the warmth soothing the tension from the long hours I had spent working, but it did little to calm the storm within me. The scent of the Alpha was lingering in my mind, twisting something deep inside of me that I couldn’t explain.

That woodsmoke.....

Whatever,  I shrugged my shoulders then walked out of the shower.

I threw on a clean, though faded, T-shirt and a pair of old cotton shorts that had long since lost their color from too many washes.

Dragging my tired body down the narrow hallway, I reached my bedroom.

The door groaned softly as I pushed it open.

The room was tiny, just enough space for the sagging bed and a battered dresser tucked in the corner. The mattress squeaked in protest as I sat down, the springs biting into my hip through the thin padding.

I pulled the thin blanket over me, tucking it around my shoulders. It smelled like old linen and a little bit of dust. I didn’t even care anymore.

Curling onto my side, I let my eyes close but still didn't come immediately. I tried but really failed.

After an hour of tossing and turning, unable to relax, I gave up. I pushed myself off of the bed and walked out of the house then headed straight into the woods.

I didn’t have to think about where I was going. The trails were familiar, ingrained in my mind, a part of me. In a way, they were my only companions as a child.

Running about a mile, the pit of anxiety in my stomach didn’t lessen even a little. During the day, I thought it was because of the smell of the she-wolf's cum that made it churn but now with each passing step, the churning seemed to get worse. Heat shimmered on my skin, increasing by the second.

Every nerve in my body felt like it was crackling, buzzing, aching for something I couldn’t name.

I stopped and hunched over, leaning against a broad oak tree for support. Lungs empty, I pulled long drags air into my mouth. Perhaps I was coming down with something, although, wolves didn’t get sick very often. And then the most startling discovery hit me hard...

...could this be my Wolf?!