SCENTBOUND
The man who controlled 70% of the suppressant market, cold eyes, colder reputation, rumor said he hadn't gone into rut in 5 years because of his regimen.
Right now, that's rumor was dead.
He was across the ballroom hands fisted at his sides, jaw locked like he was fighting himself, even from twenty meters away his scent hit me - Dominant, possessive barely leashed.
Omega's in the room where already swaying some dropping to their knees, Beta looked nauseous.
Me?. My body reacted before my brain could stop it my knees went weak, heat pooled low in my stomach.
Enigma.
The word flashed through my mind like a death sentence, I turned to leave, but it was too late his eyes found me.
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