Nola Gaye Novels & Stories

“Of course, I do.” Nala almost exclusively used her pheromones to intimidate rather than seduce. It felt odd sharing her unique scent when she wasn’t trying to rip a wolf’s throat out or scare off the pursuing enemy, but she put her discomfort aside. Taking a breath, she centred her attention and remembered her purpose there, before letting her pheromones slip free. She watched his expression carefully as he leaned into her personal space and inhaled. A deep hum vibrated in the back of his throat and she released a small breath.