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he said, his voice low, “I do have a job for you. But...” “But what?” I asked, my stomach tightening with dread. “Nothing in this world is free, Isabella. Everything has a price,” he said, his smirk growing. “What price? What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to hide the panic rising in my chest. He leaned in even closer, his hand cupping my face. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Isabella. Since the first day I saw you. But I knew you weren’t the kind of girl I could just get easily. So, I became your friend, waiting for the right moment.”

Lucien shoved me in first, then slid in beside me, Kael got Theo in the back pulling him across his lap. Lucien drove, tires screeched. In the back seat, Theo was shaking violently. sweat beaded on his forehead, his scent was overwhelming, heat , raw. It almost made Kael and Lucien lost control. Kael's face went White. "Rian," he called voice tight. "Do something." I reached back, grabbing Theo's hand. my own scent slipped out-controlled, careful, Enigma pheromones is meant to soothe and can also be very dangerous.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

I reached out to remove the book from the shelf, my hand trembling as I pressed the button. The door to the hidden chamber slowly slid open, and a wave of fragrance mixed with a rotten stench rushed out. The cloyingly sweet scent mixed with the foul odor was somehow even more nauseating than the foul odor alone. I couldn't help but gag several times. Unable to see things clearly in the dark, I dug out my phone and turned on the flashlight. The light illuminated the interior of the chamber. I took one glance and froze. The dimly-lit chamber was covered in a thick layer of soil. Right in the center grew a plant about half my height, with a grayish-green stalk and oversized leaves veined with b

Even the most important of things. “Though my rut is bad, Lucian’s is the worst.” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror. I stayed quiet. Paralyzed. “He can’t take inhibitors. They never worked. The doctor said they were too weak for supremes. Lucian’s rut cycle lasts longer than others and his toxic pheromones spread far and wide. It’s so repulsive to other alphas. Not like the normal repulsive. Not the odor mine would give out. His seeps into your skin and burns. It’s like it’s ripping your lungs a part. Piece by piece. One whiff can render a normal alpha unconscious. Imagine that scent spreading across two hundred thousand square feet of land.”

Our strides fell into rhythm without effort, instincts aligning in a way that sent a strange ache through my chest. His wolf brushed against mine mentally. It was curious, warm and familiar. Mate, his wolf murmured. Mine responded with a low hum that felt like acknowledgment. We found the first trail near a dry riverbed. My nose catches a rotting scent as if something died. And someone tried to cover it up with a bottle of perfume. “What is that horrible smell?" I asked as we stopped to shift back into our human self. “Rogue scent. That was the terrible job of a sloppy rogue. He must have been impatient to go out.

Like the room I was in earlier, there was also a hallway on the left side, but unlike that dark room, this one was lit, and I could feel the presence of the person who wanted to talk to me. "Hey, wait, girl!" I almost tore the woman's clothes trying to pull her back as she was leaving the room. I was about to leave too when I heard footsteps approaching. I froze when I smelled a scent I hadn't encountered before. It was hard to describe. It had a unique mix of citrusy, spicy, and woody notes. It just screamed hot and elegant. It wasn't harsh at all; in fact, it was utterly addictive. "Why are you always running away?" I swallowed hard when I heard the voice of the man behind me.

Alana’s POV ‘Your scent still lingers, cruel and sweet, like promises you never kept.’ I turn the worn-out note over, half expecting some dramatic signature that might explain the sender or the receiver. But it's blank on the other side. No signature. Nothing. I probably shouldn’t even be reading it, but how can I not? Initially, I went to the attic to look for an old journal of mine and then I got distracted with many other things here. I was in the mood for nostalgia.

Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the library. Time stretched out like taffy, and as the book sailed across the room, the panther seemed to shrink before his eyes. With dawning horror, Brad realized there had never been a panther, it was only Phantom. He cried out even as the book landed on top of the cat. Phantom let out a nails-on-chalkboard cry, pinned beneath the heavy brick of a volume. Brad hurried back to the stairs, casting the book aside. Phantom seemed daze, mewling and curling up on itself like a pill bug.