Mafia Alpha's Wolfless Mate
The smell of food, perfume, and spices faded away, changing into sweet lavender with a hint of praline and chocolate, leaving a soft, sweet, and warm hug of vanilla, amber, and musk.
A low growl rumbled from within my throat as the waitress stopped before us. Before I even realized what I was doing, my hands formed into fists under the table, and the rune on my back burned hotly and excruciatingly. It was molten and slowly sinking through my skin and muscle, deeper into my spine, the same pain I had endured for the last sixty years.
At this moment, I instantly knew what was happening. A new kind of pain clutched and set in my chest, simmering dangerously.