Novel & Cerita The Scent That Made Him Mine

But before I could unleash it, something else hit me. His scent. Rich. Sharp. Addictive. A dark mix of pine, leather, and something wild I couldn’t name—like danger wrapped in velvet. It hit a nerve somewhere deep in me. Familiar. It gave me the same reaction from scent coming from the man I had pulled out during the wreck. I was still processing it when he leaned in a little more, just enough to murmur, “You don’t have to pretend, sweetheart. I saw the way you looked at me.”

He dipped his hand in the bowl, soaking his sleeve wet and he proceeded to wipe Kael’s scent gland with his wet sleeve, getting rid of a good portion of the scent blocker. Kael cried out, a strangled, broken sound. Alaric ignored it, his focus solely on the scent that was now blooming around them, a heady mix of cinnamon, honey, and wildflowers… something uniquely, devastatingly Kael. He lowered his head, inhaling deeply, filling his lungs with the forbidden fragrance. Reason fled, replaced by a raw, possessive instinct. He pressed his face into Kael's neck, ignoring his whimper and his trembling struggles. He needed to mark him, to claim him, to remind himself that this connection, this imp

For some reason, I didn't want to show him any form of weakness, even though his large form was imposing against mine. "Alright, I will open the door." He said, clicking on a button as he allowed me in, but I heard him mutter some words which I couldn't hear, but it sounded like 'Sorry' and 'Survive.' The moment I stepped into the room, the room was surprisingly calm. Then, that's when I smelled him. His scent came hitting me like a freight train, so loud and heavy that I felt my legs momentarily move back. He smelled so good, so strong, so fucking like pine wood and cider mixed together—that same scent of his that makes my legs instantly buckle and for some reason makes me excited. His scen

Except it was… “Don’t tell me it is another shitstorm because I am over it! They can publish whatever rumor they want to, but I wasn’t going to listen to the—” The words instantly dried on my lips as that scent wafted to my nose. Call me stupid, but I could recognize that scent from anywhere. I had spent hours inhaling it as he pounded me to the bed; hell, it was even years, as it was his signature scent, and my eyes widened at the implication of it. Just then the owner of the scent appeared, and my jaw hung open. “Davy?”

I snap, holding the towel more tightly closed. “I’m a god, remember,” he chuckles, holding his hand up to show the shadows currently dancing in his palm. “Right… How did you find me anyways?” I ask, shaking my head as I cross the room over to the dresser, propping myself against it. “After getting rid of that pesk of a principle, who by the way hardly even put up a fight, I followed the scent of vanilla, chamomile, and brimstone all the way here. Believe it or not, but after having my face buried between those pretty thighs of yours I’ll never be able to forget your scent,” He explains with a sinister grin on his face. His words cause my face to heat up, turning a deep shade of red.

Not her. ‎The scent hit me then—vanilla and night-blooming lilies. Soft. Innocent. It was the sweetest thing I had ever smelled, and it made my mouth water. It made every instinct I had scream to pull her close, to bury my face in her neck, to mark her, to claim her. ‎ ‎MATE. MINE. PROTECT. My wolf was clawing at the walls of my mind, desperate to take control. ‎ ‎I looked at her.

Swallowing nervously, all her senses felt hyper aware of him. The smell of his cologne engulfed her, it was a heady blend of musky, masculine notes that left her breathless. The scent was warm and spicy, like a flicker of a flame on a cool autumn night. It enveloped her like a warm blanket, drawing her closer and making her want to melt into his embrace.

I wanted this too. I walked about aimlessly for a while. How would I even know when I found my mate? I didn’t even have my wolf so my senses were as weak as that of a human so I doubt- that’s when I smelt it. A scent so intense it took over my entire being. How mesmerizing. It smelt of smoked oud and dark amber, three was also here’s a trace of burnt cedar and cracked pepper and surprisingly enough under all these strong scents was a soft undertone of vanilla and aged parchment. How all these different scents were able to mix together t form something this magnificent was beyond me? The scents were overwhelming, but not enough to send me running but to keep me grounded, to consume me. “Mate”

At the moment he appeared, my gaze was completely captivated, and the murky memories of the Red Moon Pack became dim. Even across the hall, I could still catch a whiff of his rich scent, different from the scent I initially smelled. His scent melded with a familiar floral fragrance that came from within me. The once oppressing aroma now felt fragrant and elegant. "My mate." I murmured quietly, and suddenly, my mood bloomed like a garden of flowers, accompanied by a warm sensation on my marked nape. In the midst of the crowd, I couldn't contain my joy at the unique connection between him and me.