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She called out, “Mommy.” Paityn was very fond of her child. She leaned in toward Carol, who clung to her tightly. This forced the former to lean against Jamie’s shoulder, allowing him to easily catch a whiff of her perfume. It was a fragrance called “Black Opium.” Gwen was particularly fond of that scent. Jamie prided himself on not being a lecherous man. However, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander when Paityn dressed this way and the scent of her perfume enveloped her as she leaned against him.

She brushed it away as an illusion before settling down to sleep inside her camp. The confined, blue membranous space didn’t do any good too. She tossed and turned till 1 am in morning. That’s when it hit her. A mild perfume of vanilla that grew stronger and stronger by the minute. An addictive or rather aphrodisiac smell of vanilla mixed with orange. The stronger the smell, the more it stirred Selena's hormonal pool. Butterflies spring from the bottom of her tummy, cruising through her veins. Her body heated up slowly with tongue pulsating to her sighs.

I watched the rain trails winding down the darkened window, when suddenly I caught a dissonant note—a lingering trace of absinthe and bergamot upon the silk scarf at my neck. This was not my scent. I wore no perfume. Julian had once said, his lips against my pulse, "I want only your skin's natural scent, like porcelain after rain." This fragrance belonged exclusively to Gia. Last week I had seen that square crystal bottle of Guilty Absinthe on her vanity. She smiled and said, "Celeste, this is called Peccato. Julian said it suits my complexion." Suddenly, a dull pain spread across my heart, as if someone were slowly excising me with a blunt knife.

"But I'm not wearing anything pink." Lisa laughed. "Deal." An hour later we were in the most expensive bridal boutique I had ever seen. It was all white marble and soft lighting. Gowns hung on mannequins like works of art. The air smelled like flowers and money. Genevieve was already there of course. She was seated on a plush white sofa, a glass of champagne in her hand with a stylist was showing her a rack of lace and silk. She looked up as we walked in, her smile sharpening when she saw me.

These were questions for another time. I could see Alpha Jackson's eyes becoming intrigued with my scent and the way my body took on a mind of its own, in response to his close proximity. His sapphire blue was swirling with flicks of obsidian throughout them. As he inched closer and whispered in my ear, 'be late again and im going to have to punish you' and with that he was gone.

“So… where’s the coffee?” I gestured toward the kitchen. “Help yourself.” She didn’t move toward the coffee machine. She moved toward me. Slow steps, eyes never leaving mine. When she was close enough, she reached out, brushing a nonexistent speck off my shirt sleeve. “You’re very… composed,” she said. “It’s called self-control.” “That sounds boring.” “Some of us like boring.” “I don’t.” She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume. Vanilla, yes, but the sharp note underneath was her. She tilted her chin up.

A cruel, dangerous smile spread across her face. "How about we play a little game, Arielle." ***** Moments later, Seraphina stood before her mirror. Her maid Hannah gasped softly. “My lady… you look stunning.” Seraphina was dressed in a stunning, ancient gown of deep blue and silver, embroidered with symbols of old Stormclaw blessings. The design shimmered like moonlight making her look every inch a queen. “Tonight,” she murmured, adjusting the fabric, “history remembers who stands beside the Alpha.”

gray like brewing storm clouds, as intense as lightning itself but also as quietly shocking as the low rumble of thunder. His crisp midnight blue suit, which is most likely more worth than my annual rent, hugs him perfectly, clinging onto every sharp plane in a way that makes it obvious he has a great body. Even from here, I can smell his perfume. Musk and mint, with a hint of freshness in there that I cannot place, like pine. In all the times I’ve seen him on TV or on the internet, I always thought he was uniquely and devastatingly good-looking. But I never thought he would be absolutely immaculate.

Isolde Grimfen’s eyes light up with instant understanding, and her head nods at once. As Isolde Grimfen hurries away out the shop door to talk to the guards, my fingers pull out my digital phone terminal in high spirits and send a fast pack message straight to Alpha Vickon. [Zafira: Darling, what is your favorite wolf armor color?] [Vickon: Deep navy blue. Why is your tongue asking?] [Zafira: It is a secret for your beast!] Seeing his text answer matches exactly the deep blue stones inside the silver fangs I picked out, my silver eyes sparkle with total delight.

It was impossible to ignore. But what she probably didn't know was that while Ethan played the part of her prince charming, he was also burdened by guilt toward me. While they kissed under the moonlit lake, he brought me a rare blue diamond from an auction. While they cuddled beneath the aurora, an entire commercial district in the busiest part of the city was signed over to me. While he held her on a yacht, five percent of Silver Corporation became mine. So when Sophia showed up at the family estate, I was unusually calm.