The Scent Of Peace For Him Novels & Stories

Of just feeling him. Still, he didn’t move. So I rested my face on his back, inhaling that intoxicating smell that always seemed to live in his skin. Something musky, calming, warm. And there, just like that, I felt peace. “Did you fall asleep?” he murmured softly. “I could be...” I smiled at his back.

"Hurry up, I'll only say this once. But this room smells good, doesn't it?" "Grandfather!!!" Clause Chen was holding his head down, it was too careless. Should have realized sooner, this room is inherently unusual. Damn it, he even used scented candles this time, the whole room was filled with the smell of it. Funny, I don't know what kind of poison it got involved with, it seems that it is still for the body to adapt but it is also inhaled overnight. Now I have symptoms, so I don't know if it's luck or bad luck. This rotten body makes it so bad to cry and laugh from time to time.

I have never been so weak that I could not move. His scent is getting more and more enchanting. I close my eyes and focus on his scent. I then feel as my body becomes more relaxed just by his scent. My pain begins to ease, and I am able to breathe better. I kept my eyes closed so I could focus. I then hear someone say, “it's okay, you can open your eyes.”

Suddenly, a peculiar aroma wafted through the woods, its origin and nature unknown to him. The sweet mellow scent enveloped his mind, disrupting his turbulent thoughts and easing his headache. As the fragrance brought him a sense of relief, he felt an inexplicable pull to follow it. With a glimmer of hope, he hastened after the scent, yearning for the events of the day to be just a distant dream.

"Just one draught." "No," he growled softly, looking up at me with golden, unyielding eyes. "You stay clear-headed. If you need peace, take my scent." He pulled my head down into the crook of his neck, allowing the rich, intoxicating scent of pine, rain, and raw Alpha heat to wash over my senses. I inhaled deeply, resting my face against his warm skin, feeling my frayed human nerves anchor themselves to his immense strength. "Better?" he whispered, his large hands rubbing soothing circles into the small of my back.

Tensing as his arms moved around me and pulled me close, I suddenly melted in his arms as his scent and the tingles hit me at the same time. “See, breathe in my scent, it’s just me and you in here. You are safe here. You are loved here. No one will ever lay a hand on you again. Those tingles mean that you are the centre of my world, Little Warrior, and I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and happy.” He murmurs as I bury my face in his neck where he will one day carry my mark and inhale his scent greedily. Slowly but surely, the emotions recede back to where they came from, and I am able to breathe normally again. Leaning my forehead on his shoulder, I slump in defeat at having

He inhaled her fragrance and exhaled. He felt at peace as he held her. It was weird but it felt like every part of him that had been aching finally found a place to rest. Aria is his peace.

He whispers, caressing my hair. I close my eyes in relief. I can feel it. I can feel him. His warmth as well as his anguish. I can smell his wonderful, expensive scent, unique to him and him alone. My heart flutters in exhilaration before finally settling back to a calm rhythm as I release the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding in. He’s here. He’s really with me and I close my eyes to savor it, feeling the ugly and toxic tension slowly seeping away. “Okay,” I mumble, not really knowing what to say.

His spicy, musky scent drifted in to my nostrils the enchanting aroma of Aspen's presence. He was here. And just like that, everything went dark and I welcomed the peace.

The room was unfamiliar, yet there was something soothing about it—a certain warmth that made his usually high-alert senses relax for a moment. And then it hit him. The scent. It wasn’t just any room. It was *her* room. The soft floral undertones mixed with a faint hint of vanilla; it was a scent he had come to associate with Sophia. That realization brought an unexpected wave of calm over him. For a brief moment, the storm inside him quieted. He wasn’t in a hospital or some sterile environment where his enemies might find him. He was somewhere safe. Somewhere…comforting.