Novel & Cerita Library Scent

Maps lay scattered across the table, but they weren’t discussing borders — not this time. “Tell me everything,” Kaelen ordered. “Every detail about this scent spell.” Lorien spoke first. “It’s called Aether’s Perfume. A high-level enchantment that twists a wolf’s senses — makes them believe they’re bonded to the caster. It’s fueled by the victim’s emotions, which means the stronger your feelings, the faster it spreads.” Kaelen clenched his fists. “So when I thought I felt desire for her—” “It wasn’t you,” Lorien finished gently. “It was the magic feeding on what you already were — love, loyalty, instinct. It twisted those until you couldn’t tell where they ended and the spell began.”

After Draven’s father died, they accused our pack of murder and the both packs finally became enemies. My heartbeat accelerates. Shit!… she can’t recognize me now, right? My hair is black now and my wolf is sealed. My scent… my thoughts stop. My scent… I swallowed hard, Seraphina didn’t hide my scent, no wonder Draven noticed me so quickly and found out I was his mate. I need to go back to Seraphina… Her eyes move to Draven, then to Marcel, then slowly lower to where Marcel's hand still supports my arm. Her expression changes almost immediately, sharp and irritated.

"Marcus! Wake up, sleepyhead! Our wedding day is here!" The words die in my throat as my eyes scatter all over the room. My wolf picks up a scent that isn’t his alone, and my heart sinks. His bed is unmade, and his sheets are all twisted around. Yet, what shocks me most is what’s on the floor. lingerie. The shower is running right where the red lingerie is dropped, and I hear sounds that make my stomach drop. Moaning. Wet slapping. A woman's voice. "Oh god, Marcus, yes! Don't stop!"

I ordered the gatekeeper and he opened it for me. I got out the arena and went straight to the bridge just above us but she was gone. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Esto kuhiro…” I whispered as I opened my eyes and saw her scent’s tracks. Esto kuhiro is a spell used by Suhikos like me to enhance our sense of smell, strong enough to see tracks of scent with our eyes. First-level spells don’t trigger the alarms making Sins use it in their daily lives. Though it doesn’t trigger the alarms, violence caused by such spells pretty much gives out signals, notifying the government of the location and status.

I say as I peer through the boutique’s glass windows. I gently slide open the door and step inside, immediately hit by the thick scent of fabric, perhaps even too strong. My eyes sweep across the space before me. The senator's attire, which I had seen through the glass windows, was impressive, but these perfectly arranged outfits on the racks were breathtaking. Who’s here?" I call out. “Helloooo?" I repeat, this time with more irritation. “Good evening, sir. Welcome to Ere’s Scent." A soft, almost shy voice replies from somewhere in the boutique.

“Your scent is shifting. The pull is getting stronger for all of us.” Lila’s heart beat faster. She could smell them clearly now — Kael’s dark, earthy scent that made her think of strength and safety, Rafe’s fresh pine that felt wild and fun, Torin’s calm smell of ink and wood that made her want to lean closer. Heat built low in her belly. Her thighs pressed together under the table.

It feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago all at once. I'd been walking through the pack grounds when I heard the engines. Three black SUVs rolling up the main road. Everyone stopped to watch. Royalty doesn't visit small packs like ours often. The door of the middle SUV opened. He stepped out. And I smelled him. Pine. Rain. Earth after a storm. The scent hit me so hard I actually stumbled. Sable went completely still. Not scared. Just... certain. Mate, she whispered. I stood there frozen while he scanned the crowd. His eyes passed right over me. No recognition. No pause. Nothing.

I never wanted to hate you, Alaric. It was Elona’s voice, rich with emotion, tinged with pain. The words rolled over him, a wave that pushed and pulled. Her scent, so vividly remembered, surrounded him. A mixture of lavender, her skin’s warmth, and the soft, natural fragrance of the herbs she had always carried with her. It was the scent that had drawn him to her in the first place, and now it seemed to envelop him even in this disorienting haze.

"If you ever try to wash my scent off from you again, as you did earlier, I will chain you to the bed and fuck you until I am so deeply embedded into your womb that you won't be able to eradicate my fucking scent. I won't let you leave it until you're dripping me out of your sore, bruised cunt, Brat." Lifting my nose, I waited for the smell of her anger, but all I found was her scent that drove me crazy.