Author’s POVVance’s vision was blurring, his world narrowing down to a single, primal instinct. Hunger—feral and demanding—gnawed at his insides, leaving him blind to everything but the intoxicating scent leading him home.The closer he drew, the more the craving intensified. By the time he spotted her, the air was thick, saturated with the heavy, sweet musk of her arousal. Zelda was barely standing; she hadn't even taken two steps from her door before her thighs clenched instinctively, her body betraying her the moment she felt his presence.Around them, other unmated males were spiraling, driven mad by the pheromones flooding the air. Jerry and a few others struggled to hold back the crowd, but Vance didn't notice the chaos. He only saw her.“Make it stop,” Zelda whimpered, her voice a broken plea as she finally stood face-to-face with him.There were no pleasantries. No words. Vance crashed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss, his hand clamping around her neck—not to hurt, bu
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