Romans & histoires Breath Mints Battle Scars

I’m sure he has said things about me to her. I hear the Alpha introduce his sons, so I use this opportunity to grab a seat. I decide to stay at the back to minimize disruptions. I start to walk through the back row, noticing a vacant seat, and Andricia is losing her shit. I swear we won’t be here that long, so there is no need for the panic. I’m walking past people’s legs and getting looks while doing so when I stop in my tracks. A scent like no other practically smacked me upside my head. I start to sniff the air. I can smell peppermint, but there are two other scents with it. It’s like a strong peppermint with grapefruit and lemon. Such a weird combination, but I have to say that it’s doin

Daisies in his hair. He blinked up at the sky. “Ow.” Aya leaned over him. “Creative. But still predictable as always, Brinn.” He gave her a thumbs up. “Did I at least look cool?” She considered it. “Hmm. Seven out of ten.” He grinned. “Acceptable losses.” Our Beta blew the whistle. “Match: Aya wins,” he announced. “And Brinn—you’re banned from all smoke bombs until you learn not to eat them.” “I only tasted it once,” Brinn muttered.

Then something rough pressed over my nose and mouth—a cloth. I jerked my face away, holding my breath, lungs already burning. Don’t breathe. Don’t breathe. But I couldn’t hold it forever. My chest heaved. I sucked in air. The sharp, bitter smell flooded my nose—wolfsbane. It hit like fire. My vision blurred instantly. Legs turned to jelly. I tried to scream again, but it came out muffled, weak. Through the haze, I reached for the mind link—the one connection that never failed, the one thread that always reached him.

The bruise was sharp and dark, impossible to hide with a collar. I grabbed my team bag from the floor. Inside, I found three extra-strength suppressor patches. They were skin-colored adhesive squares designed to stop pheromone leaks for twelve hours. I ripped the plastic backing off two of them. I slapped the one directly over my scent gland, pressing down until the chemical numbing agent started to tingle against my skin. I put the patch right over the bite mark. It was a fix. The patches would stop the vanilla from exploding into the locker room. They couldn't stop the way I smelled to myself. Dominic's coffee aroma felt like a weight inside my lungs.

I took the popsicles from the attendant and handed him the bright pink strawberry one, keeping the dark mint for myself. Tarzan looked down at the popsicle, then back at me, one eyebrow raised. “Really?” I nodded confidently. “We’re playing our roles until the end. I’m the dark-themed one, and you’re the pink one. I’ll take your mint, and you’ll take my strawberry.” His lips twitched in amusement. “If you say so.” He shrugged and accepted the strawberry popsicle. Feeling very pleased with myself, I took a large bite of the mint. An icy blast hit me instantly. A violent chill raced through my body, and I visibly shuddered at the intense, freezing taste. I had never tried this flavor before, a

I whisper, my throat raw. He doesn’t. Instead, he tilts his head, watching me. “Why are you hiding it?” “Hiding what?” I bite. “Your scent,” he says. “Your real one.” He breathes in, nostrils flaring just slightly. “It’s faint, but I can smell it. Bergamot… and cold rain.” I freeze. What? No one’s ever said that. Not even me. I’ve never smelled my scent. Never had the chance. I’ve always been covered in synthetics, drowning in suppressants. They never gave me the time to figure it out.

“What was that?” But I wasn’t listening anymore, I was long gone. Blood. The scent it filled the air—light, rich, intoxicating. My control slipped as I leaned in, my tongue brushing over her skin to lick away the blood. “Kaiden, what are you—” she gasped. “Shit.” I pulled back sharply, snapping back to reality. “It was a bug. There was blood… I couldn’t let it waste.” “Go to bed, Aria. It’s late.” My voice was rough. “You should rest.” I turned to leave before I did something stupid.

I am not ready. I can smell Aspen’s woodsy pine scent and I can tell it appears to Terra more than usual, but there is another smell demanding our attention. It’s mint and blueberries and Terra is demanding I look into the crowd to find who is letting off that scent. I find the combination weird as I would never mix the two and it doesn’t sound like they would taste good together either.

she announced. I furrowed my brows at her. I knew that I had no scars on my shoulder. I would prove her wrong. "I'll show you that I'm not your Issa because I do not have that scar!" I exclaimed and pulled the long jacket I was wearing off my shoulder so that the world would see. The crowd exclaimed and this made me actually look down at my arm. I gasped when I realised that there was a scar there. My heart skipped a beat. Queen Nineveh smiled as she approached me. "You have a burnt scar on your ankle too," she added.

My parents look at each other quizzically but when I look at Alpha Eric I can see him searching his soul, if he has any. “I went through a dangerous forest where I was attacked by a beast, the origin of the scar on my face. Some people call me Scarface because of this. They may be doing so to scorn me, but the scar is a constant reminder that I fought and conquered adversity.” This is aimed at Bernice and Tiffany. Jim walks away from his place next to Drake and goes towards where Josephine is seated. I hope that she won't raise any drama. “I am most thankful to the family who rescued me from the jaws of the beast and took care of me.” I can see Benjamin acknowledging.