Sinful Perfume Anchor Blue Novels & Stories

“How… how do we stop it? How do we stop her?” “We have a plan,” Nero says, though there’s a hint of doubt in his voice. “He used his Alpha Sight on Seraphine, saw everything she was hiding. He knows how many packs are infected, how to get rid of them, and the cleansing spell we need to use. But it’s not going to be easy, Camellia. It’s going to take everything we’ve got.”

Before I raised my head to look at him again, he already turned around to leave. However, he hollered above his shoulder. “Good night, again.” The door then clicked as it locked. I put on the scrub suit right away and stood before the huge mirror. I couldn’t help admiring Kim’s right choice for my size. The blue, floral top and its navy-colored pants looked good on my fair skin. It may not have a tight-hugging cut, but it still emphasized my curves.

His chest stops moving. "I believe many of you in this room are already well aware of the recent black market auction," I say softly. "You know that I recently purchased a specific item. A very rare, very old wolf fang." I take a step closer to the microphone, my eyes locking onto Melvin like a predator tracking its prey. "A fang that once belonged to the ancient Alpha of the Blue-Claw Pack." Melvin takes a sharp step forward, his boot heavy against the floorboards.

Her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that perfectly matched her ragged breathing. Blue. ...The colour was everywhere and it aroused her more than it should. Sre hated the colour blue. She'd pick an orange over it any day but at that moment, as Xaver's Cyan eyes scorched her, Sreya couldn't like any other colour better. And it scared the shit out of her. Dronian leaned forward, the tips of their noses brushing as their breaths met and mixed but their lips didn't touch. Her fingers began to undo his tie, buttoning down his white shirt afterwards. Lightly, gently, she traced his skin with her fingertips.

She wanted to stop imagining the other life he might be living just beyond her sight. But in the dark, the perfume lingered still — not jasmine now, but smoke. End of Chapter 2 — Seeds of Poison.

The next morning, Anna dressed with purpose. She slipped into a tailored navy-blue blazer, its sharp lines hugging her frame, layered over a crisp white blouse neatly tucked into a high-waisted pencil skirt that hugged her hips just right. From her jewelry box, she chose bold statement earrings—elegant but daring. She pulled her hair into a sleek, no-nonsense ponytail and brushed on soft, natural makeup that enhanced her features without shouting for attention. A final touch: the floral cologne Vivian had gifted her over the weekend. Feminine. Sophisticated. Just the right hint of mystery.

My blue eyes aren’t helping either, too bright, too noticeable. I open a drawer and pull out a small black bottle. Not cologne. Pheromones. Alpha pheromones. I spray it liberally on the chest, neck, and wrists. Then raise my arm to my nose and inhale. Strong. Sharp. Synthetic. But effective. Satisfied, I tuck the bottle into my pocket and head out.

Then, she lifted the velvet box containing the silver mask and looked at me in awe. “Ma’am,” she whispered, “you look like someone who’s… untouchable.” A faint smile curved my lips. “Maybe because tonight, I’m not meant to be touched.” She laughed nervously before carefully placing the mask over my face. The silk lining brushed against my skin, leaving only my lips and a small part of my face visible. To erase my scent completely, I picked up a bottle of NightFang perfume—a blend of deep cedar and faint wolfbane—and sprayed it along my neck and wrists. The fragrance was potent enough to drown out the scent Alaric once knew by heart.

I scan the room, my gaze landing on the cupboard. Ah, the goddamn blueberry bottle. The deep blue glass catches the light, the silver label gleaming with the name I chose myself: Blueberry. Rossa made this for me. I’d told her, make it exclusive. So… no one else in the world smells like blueberries except me. Next to it is the white bottle: my mother’s creation. A musky, ocean-scented perfume that smells like salt and power. It’s been with me since I was a kid, a reminder of the sea and the strength it gave me.

I shut my eyes as tightly as I could. “S..Step…B…back…p…pl…please,” I might be having a heart attack. I heard him scoffing again. “That’s what you’re…” His finger trailed down my hair, “My obedient angel…my blueberry,” I couldn’t get why he was calling me blueberry. He might know I liked blueberry muffins back in America? But one thing he didn’t know was I wasn’t obedient all the time. I could be his worst nightmare at times when I would get a perfect opportunity.