Semua Bab Craving The Wrong Scent: Bab 11 - Bab 16

Mi Amor MiaThe matte-black SUV cut through Asheville traffic like a blade. I sat in the back, tablet in hand, scrolling through every updated feed Rafe had pulled in the last hour. Valerie Thornwood’s face appeared in several low-quality shots from the wedding, standing rigid in the background while my brother humiliated himself and dismissed her.My jaw clenched so hard it ached.“Flight status?” I asked without looking up.“Delayed again,” Rafe answered from the driver’s seat, voice calm as ever. “She’s still at the airport. Gate B-17. 6:45 PM departure to Charlotte, connecting to Shadowmoon territory. She looks… unsettled.”Unsettled was the perfect polite word for the storm I could already feel through the faint thread of the mate bond. Even at this distance, her distress pulsed against my ribs, full of guilt, shame, exhaustion, and doubt.Good.I wanted her rattled and raw anyways, because the moment she saw me again she would have nowhere left to hide.The SUV pulled into the a

Mi Amor MiaI remained leaning against the pillar, slowly running my tongue over the corner of my lip where her slap had landed. The sting was still fresh and sharp.Valerie had stormed off without looking back, her shoulders rigid with anger. The sharp click of her heels faded into the terminal noise, but her scent lingered.Footsteps approached silently from behind me. Rafe appeared at my side within seconds, having clearly watched her storm out of the alcove.“What happened?” he asked, voice low and alert.I didn’t answer immediately. I simply smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of my lips as I stared in the direction she had disappeared.Rafe’s sharp eyes narrowed. He stepped closer, studying my face.The red imprint of her hand was clearly visible on my cheek.“Did she slap you?” he asked, his tone shifting dangerously.I let out a soft chuckle. “I guess I pushed her too hard.”Rafe’s expression darkened instantly. His entire body tensed, the lethal warrior in him rising to the surfa

ValerieI stormed out of the airport exit with my phone glued to my face, brows tightly creased in frustration.No new flights.
No explanations that made sense.
And still no reply from Sebastian.My blood was boiling. Every second I spent stuck in this city felt like another victory for that delusional man who called himself Mia. I wasn’t going to sit around waiting like a fool.I waved down the first cab I saw, practically throwing myself in front of it. The driver slammed on his brakes.“City center!” I snapped, shoving my small bag into the backseat before climbing in after it.The driver didn’t ask questions. He just drove.I spent the entire ride searching for car rental shops near me, my fingers flying across the screen. By the time he dropped me off in a busy part of downtown Asheville, I had three options pinned.First stop — a small bookstore. I bought the most detailed road map they had of North Carolina and parts of Tennessee. I spread it open on a bench outside and traced