Breath Mints And Battle Scars Epub Novels & Stories

I didn't take a breath until I made it to the bottom of the stairs and a few feet into the grass, where I grabbed hold of the old hitching post that hadn't been used in many years, and leaned over it as I took in a lungful of air. Fresh air immediately rushed in, filling my lungs and clearing his mouthwatering scent away. I took several deep breaths, not stopping until I could no longer smell him. My wolf huffed in disappointment as he receded to the back of my head, curling up like a sad puppy. When he finally receded, my head cleared, and the reality of everything that just happened came crashing down on me in an instant. “Fuck!” I cursed through a breath as I slammed my fists down onto th

Only when he finally ran out of breath did I put the hearing aid back in. "Are you finished?" I asked flatly. "Bella, I'm serious. I know you hate me. You can hit me, curse me, punish me however you want." Lorenzo lunged forward, reaching for my hand. I didn't dodge. The moment his fingers closed around my wrist, he went rigid. A gruesome scar stretched across my wrist—the permanent mark of the day I tried to end it all in prison. Further up, beneath my sleeve, lay the uneven skin of the grafts from the fire.

Warriors sparred around us in noisy clusters, steel clashing and grunts echoing. Marten glared at me while wiping blood from his mouth where my fist had caught him moments earlier. His dark hair clung to his forehead, and his broad shoulders heaved with each breath. Scars from old battles crisscrossed his forearms, visible where his sleeves were pushed up. “You’re one to talk.”

Then scorched earth crashed in. Rex's pheromones hunted out from the corridor, barreling through the space between lily-of-the-valley and old paper. The char of wildfire. The bitterness of pine resin. The crack of superheated stone. It didn't probe. Didn't entwine. It swallowed. Old paper held its ground. Scorched earth wouldn't pull back. The three scents twisted into a garrote in the air, cinching around my throat, tighter with every breath. Every inhalation I took was laced with three flavors. The acrid dryness of cold paper. The choking burn of wildfire. The feral sweetness of lily-of-the-valley run amok. They fought inside my lungs.

Into him. I shook my head, trying to clear it. “What’s going on?” “You tell me,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “The moment I touched you, your scent changed. It’s… different. Unstable. A Beta’s scent doesn’t do that.” He was so close now. I could see the flecks of darker gray in his eyes. See the tight line of his mouth. My own breath was coming too fast. That strange heat was spreading, making my skin feel sensitive, tingling. A faint, new scent started to rise from my own skin—something clean and sharp, like frost and ozone. I’d never smelled it before.

he gently caressed his neck as his tumultuous aura engulfed the battlefield, making the basic process of breathing as laborious as lugging away a tall mountain. “Who is next?”

— T*****d t*****d Tap read Tap Read T*****D T*****d A****n A****n kindle Although werewolves are still unknown in modern society, we are one of the most powerful species, we rarely get sick, and excellent resilience makes our physical stronger. Once the wolf in our hearts awakened, we can transform into giant wolves that can easily tear apart any human being. Not to mention the Alphas in the wolf pack, they are even stronger than all wolves. As the leader, Alpha will never leave the pack easily unless they died. I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment.

Not even loud. “Do you love winning more than you love people?” she asked. His breath caught. “I don’t know how to lose,” he admitted. “That wasn’t my question.” Silence. Long. Brutal. Finally, quietly, “No.” Her heart betrayed her with the way it reacted to that. “Then stop treating everything like a battlefield.” He stepped closer. “This isn’t a battlefield,” he said. “It’s a reckoning.” “For who?” “For me.” She studied him, seeing something fractured beneath the control. Something raw.

“But sometime– sometimes I wonder if it is worth it,” Escuridade admitted quietly, vulnerability cracking through her hardened exterior. “Every battle leaves scars on my soul, Escuro. Scars you cannot see because they are hidden beneath this– this darkness.” She pressed her forehead against Escuro’s, closing her purple eyes for a moment. “So, tell me again,” Escuridade whispered against his skin, her breath warm despite the chill in the air. “Remind me why we keep fighting when every victory feels like a temporary reprieve from hell itself.” Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, feeling the steady pulse beneath her touch– a stark contrast to the erratic energy thrumming through her own vei

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