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The air had begun to cool as autumn crept in, and with it came another reminder. Lucian’s birthday was approaching. “I should get him a gift. What would he want this year?” Sarang murmured, slumping his shoulders. After hours of wandering and pondering, he found himself inside a perfume shop—alone. A few other customers were there, giggling and sampling scents. Sarang recognized some from Nathan’s birthday, but they minded their own business. A tall, sinewy man approached him with a broad smile and a perfume bottle in hand. “May I interest you in this? It’s perfect for omegas and attracts passionate alphas. It’s the most popular this season. We also have something for masking pheromones or a

“For you.” Lucian glanced at the roses. His expression didn’t change, but Artemis noticed the subtle flicker of attention in his gaze. “And this,” Artemis added, placing the perfume next to the flowers. “Something I thought might suit you.” Lucian reached for the bottle, fingers brushing the glass like he already knew its worth. “Dignified Privée,” he said, a note of surprise breaking through his calm. “This is…” “Rare,” Artemis supplied. “And perfect for you.”

Just her and the work and the plan laid out in the notebooks stacked neatly at the end of the bench. She pulled the first notebook toward her. Opened it. Her own handwriting from three years ago. Neat and precise and completely certain about everything it was doing. *Subject profile: Damien Voss. CEO Voss Industries. Age 31. Psychological assessment consistent with primary psychopathy with elevated fixation markers. History of obsessive attachment to objects and concepts. No documented romantic relationships. Suspected olfactory sensitivity above baseline. Potential susceptibility to compound V7 estimated at 89% based on psychographic modeling.*

my father’s voice interrupted my thoughts, "let us welcome the man who will help lead us into this new era. The future Alpha of the United Pack... Adrian Blackwood." The massive oak doors at the end of the hall swung wide with a bang that echoed like a gunshot. Then, he stepped in. Adrian Blackwood walked in like he owned the air in the room. He was young, probably late-twenties, but he carried a darkness that made him look a thousand years old. He was tall, built like a tank but moved with the grace of a jungle cat. He wore a black-on-black suit that probably cost more than a house, but it couldn't hide the raw, lethal power rolling off him in waves. His face was all sharp angles—a jawline

Lethal even in a thoroughly corporate way. Before I left the restroom, I reached into my designer leather tote bag and pulled out a small amber glass atomizer. It was a custom-blended, silver-infused chemical perfume I bought from a rogue alchemist on the dark web for an exorbitant price. It smelled faintly of sharp lavender and synthetic metal. One spray on my wrists, one on my throat. The silver compounds in the liquid instantly bonded with my skin, creating a chemical block that completely suppressed my supernatural pheromones. To any passing shifter, I wouldn't even smell like an omega, I would smell like cold dead plastic and office paper.

He tries to scramble for a technical question to trip her up. "Fine. A high-value client wants a premium perfume for a partner who is highly allergic and sensitive to strong scents. What do you suggest?" "Is the partner male or female?" "Male." "Something ozone or aquatic. I see you have the LV imagination and also Boadicea Aqua on display behind the glass; that possesses a hypoallergenic synthetic base. It’s a perfect suggestion." Johnny swallows hard, his jaw tightening but he maintains his professional stance.

I responded intentionally. “Boss? You know what, never mind.” He said, “I am waiting for you.” Was he tired already? For the few days we have spoken with each other, we always fight. Don't get tired quickly Mr. Blackwood. True to his words, I saw a driver outside, standing behind a black BMW x7 with a black box. I thanked him and returned to get ready. Inside the box was a dark blue gown that goes well with my skin, actually whatever I put on fits, inside of the black box was a little black box, and in it was a Cartier jewelry set.

"You smell weird, it's like you have someone else's scent on you" Alexis gulped, not liking the odd tone of Gray, his eyes that seem to be a warning. Alexis chuckled nervously. Something just didn't feel right, like the way his usual fresh rain scent that Alexis used to like had now turned into something sour and bitter, the usual cheerful glint in his eyes was nowhere to be found and his aura, that used to be light and colorful was now thick and black that it brought an awful feeling to Alexis's stomach. "I might have brushed against someone on my way here"

Her heels, black and gold, clicked with a rhythmic finality that turned heads before the scent hit. And gods, the scent. Blood orchid and black pepper. Floral. Smoky. Sharp. The kind of scent that climbed into your bloodstream and whispered submit. It flooded the orchard like incense and power, crackling under the skin of every Omega and making several Alphas blink hard and swallow wrong.