The Scent Of Peace For Him 소설 & 이야기

, I mumbled in a wet voice whilst breathing his soothing smell. "I won't", he promised patting my head gently with his palm and i believed him. Why i feel so peace in his arms ? I squished myself more into him wanting to disappear into his soul. For a moment I forgot everything around me. He is the remedy for my every chaos !

My heart beat gently in my chest, not out of fear or anxiety—but peace. I didn’t need to speak. Not yet. Just this—this silence between us—was enough. I closed my eyes again, soaking in the warmth of him. His chest rose and fell beside me, steady and grounding. I nestled a little closer, feeling like a baby under the watchful eye of a mother. Safe. Completely wrapped in a kind of comfort I hadn’t known I needed. His scent curled into my lungs—earthy, strong, familiar. That unmistakable alpha scent. And yet, it didn’t overwhelm me anymore. It calmed me, stirred something soft in my chest, like butterflies waking up for the first time. How could something so strong feel so gentle?

The only sound the slow, steady hum of the machines and the faint rustle of the curtains as a breeze moved through. I closed my eyes and let myself absorb him, the faint scent of him lingering in the room, the warmth of his hand over mine, the faint brush of his arm along my side. This was peace, but fragile, weighted with the knowledge of what was coming.

The scent that was all over the place was so captivating that I thought everything stopped and only me and whoever owned that scent mattered. The scent possesses a unique ability to soothe and calm my senses, evoking a sense of tranquility and relaxation. As I sniffed a delicate aroma gently wafting through the air, it remarkably alleviated tension, eased anxiety and promoted a feeling of inner peace. Its comforting fragrance offers solace and comfort in moments of stress or restlessness. The scent has the power to create a sanctuary of calmness, inviting me to unwind and embrace moments of tranquility amidst the chaos of everyday life.

Maybe that’s what peace does—real, settled peace, the kind that sinks into your bones. The bed feels too big and too empty without him here. I reach for the faint scent he’s left behind on his pillow—cedar and rain, the scent that usually lingers in the air long after he’s gone. I close my eyes, breathing it in, as memories of last night return, a series of touches and whispers in the dark.

“But you are certainly not one of them, Violet.” Then he opened his arms, pulling both Sonya and me in. For a second, I forgot about the scarf and melted into the hug, pressing my face against his chest. He smelled like pine and something earthy. Home. “It’s always hard to let go of my only daughter, but it brings me peace to know you’ll be taken care of.” My breath hitched hearing those words. His arms wrapped around me tight, one hand cradling the back of my head like I was still a little girl.

It was faint, but I caught a whiff of the same scent from Chris as we entered. The air was thick with anticipation as the door to the private booth slid open, revealing a dimly lit space that hummed with unspoken tension. The moment I stepped inside, a wave of warmth enveloped me, not from the temperature of the room, but from the intoxicating scent that lingered in the air like a promise. It was him, Alpha Raymond Fireheart. His scent, a heady mix of musk, pine, and something uniquely primal that always left me breathless. My heart quickened, struggling to steady my racing thoughts as I felt his presence waft over me like an invisible force.

No fight left in him. Just… peace. “No,” she whispered, voice catching. Her fingers tightened. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to...” Her throat closed. A sound, not quite a sob, cracked from her lungs and she buried her face in his shoulder. His scent was still there beneath the burnt air - ozone and cedar, magic and storm. But different now. Muffled. Like hearing a god through a wall of earth. She stayed like that for a long time, just breathing him in. Holding on to the fact that he still breathed.

She would have been the most beautiful thing he'd have ever seen in his life. Mate bonds are not to be messed with truly, even in oblivion and hate, attraction! coated in compliments; one would deny openly yet will be unable to delude conscience wise; was a common grounds for these two. "She is goddess-like." He concurred within, Wondering how an astonishing beauty such as the one that stood before him could be so treacherous as to kill an innocent lad. His hardened look went a bit soft as he picked up a faint whiff of his favorite scent petrichor! Smoky earth after rain. "What was that?" He asked rhetorically as he sniffed around even harder with divided attention but the smell had eluded h

he inquired, his voice low and soothing. I managed a tiny nod before I dropped my head on his chest. Just then I caught a whiff of his scent which was a comforting mix of a rich, warm undertone of cedarwood and musk. I inhaled deeply, savoring every nuance of his captivating scent, and feeling an inexplicable sense of solace and security wrap around me.