Three Alphas and the Rogue Luna
“I’m sure you know you couldn’t possibly be the first and only unmated female in Rogueland to get pregnant.”
While she spoke, she pulled out a vial from the pouch, then she handed it over to me.
“Smell it,” she said, and cautiously I did. Immediately, I recoiled—not because it smelled bad, but because it smelled of an unnatural absence. Like nothing.
Paula shot me a satisfied grin when she saw my reaction, and when I tried to hand it back to her, she shook her head.
“Sweetheart, that is the goddess’s answer to all of your prayers. It won’t mask just your scent, but greatly dull the effects your hormones have on males. Try it.”