Chapter 73 His Scent On My Skin.

SERAPHINA

Since my perfume hadpletely washed off in the rain, I was too panicked to notice a far more jarring truth, Ronan’s body. carried no wolf scent.

Not a single trace.

What kind of bloodline did bthat/b?

I had never, not once, heard of a werewolf without a scent. A woll’s scent was

as everything: part of their identity, their signature. It was the first sign of maturity, blooming in adolescence. Even pups had a developing scent as their wolves grew stronger. But Ronan?

Nothing.

Just the maddeningly clean, masculine scent of brain/bb, /bearth, and worn leather.

Just Ronan.

That meant everything he told me was true.

He hadn’t been lying.

What bwas /bworseb, /bmy wolf felt it btoo/b. She stirred bin /bmy chest, bnot /bbin /brm…but in agreement. Silent. Still. As if recognizing something sacred.

That’s when bthe /bbweight /bof his earlier confession crashed over me.

I’ve been saving myself for byou /b

My heart stuttered like a wild animal btrying /bto outrun a bsnare/b.

My wolf stirred again–restless, confused, drawn to him by something that defied all logic.

No.

I couldn’t let myself fall into this trap.

I couldn’t bafford /bto believe bwhat /bhe might be implying.

Because if I was wrong if I read too deeply into this….

I bwouldn’t /bjust blose /bmy disguise.

I’d love my heart.

“I’ll leave when the rain bstops/b,” I said, bpushing /bthe words past the tightness bin /bmy throat. I slipped away from bhim /bbslowly/b, Carefully.

His eyes followed me–silent, bintense/b, too steady for a man who had just unraveled my entire understanding of him with a single truth

I moved toward the cave’s entrance, trying to calm my heartbeat. It thundered in my bears /bblike /ba bwar /bdrum. My wolf had never been this out of control.

Why now? Why hum

fuceded space. I needed rity

While behind bme/b. I could still feel his gaze Unwavering Heavy

I told myself not to turn around

Being alone with him in this cave was already dangerous, especially after what he’d just said.

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Outside, evening bled into night, the forest turning darker by the second. The cold crept in, piercing through my wet clothes. Normally, werewolves didn’t feel cold the way humans did, bbut /bthis forest had its own rulesb.. /b

Maybe it was because I was bhalf/b–naked. Soaked. Shivering.

“The rain’s not stopping anytime soon,” Ronan’s voice broke through the silence. “Sit down. Regain your strength”

I turned, startled.

And froze.

Ronan was shirtless. He had shrugged off his soaked shirt and wrung it once before draping it over ba /bjagged rock

The flickering shadows of the bcave /bfire danced over his sun–kissed skin and defined abs, each muscle carved like stone. The sight made my breath catch in my throat.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

He stared at me for a beat–calm, unreadable–before walking around. He gathered dry tinder and old wood, bthen /bpulled out ja knife. Scraping it against stone, he coaxed sparks into a small fire. Within minutes, mes licked at the cave’s cool air, crackling softly,

bOnly /bthen did I see them, the bscars/b.

Long, deep, and jagged. Some thin and silvered with age, others newer, angry and dark. Each one a story he never told. A past he never shared.

And I, Goddess help me, I found them tempting

“Wanna btouch/b?” Ronan suddenly basked/b, catching me mid–stare. His voice was low. Dangerous. yful.

Heat rushed to my face.

Shit I’d just eye–fucked an Alpha

Without answering. I hurried to the fire, dropped bdown/bb, /bband /bheld out my hands for warmth.

He hung his shirt close to the mes, adding more wood bas /bbI /bsqueezed the brain /bfrom my hair. My soaked pants clung to my skin like an icy second skin.”

While I was distracted, unaware, I didn’t notice bhis /bviolet eyes darken.

Didn’t feel the slow, hungry bpath /bhis gaze btook /bover me–over the glistening raindrops trailing down my corbones, the slope of my shoulders, and the barely–covered swell of my breasts,

The white cloth I’d wrapped around my chest had be nearly transparent. stered against my body, it outlined everything. Every curve. Every bbreath/b.

bHis /bwolf responded to it. I saw it sh in his eyes.

Suddenly, I felt heat bagain/bb, /bbut not bfrom /bthe fire.

My eyes snapped to bhip/b, catching bhim /bstaring directly bat /bmy chest.

My heart jumped, bshame /bbflushing /bthrough me as I instinctively covered my breasts with my arm.

“What are you looking at?” I hissed.

His gaze met mine, shameless, amused. “Your clothes are soaked. You’ll catch pneumonia.”“

I pressed my lips together. He said it with concern, but his eyes told a different story.

Tm fine. I muttered.

If I were alone. I would’ve stripped off my wet clothes long ago. But not with him here. Not with Ronan

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Even though I’d shifted in front of countless males before, he was different.

I clutched the waistband of my bpants/b, btrying /bto anchor myself, and stared hard at the me.

His gaze bnever /bleft bme/b. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

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Soon, my skin began to itch. bBadly/b. I fought the urge to scratch my chest. The wet fabric against my skin was unbearable.

That’s when somethingnded on my bhead/b.

I flinched, ncing up.

Ronan stood over me.

“I’m going to find something to eat,” he bsaid/b, his voice low and unreadable. “I’ll be back in ten minutesb,/b”

Without bwaiting /bfor a reply, he strode into the storm.

I looked down.

He’d dropped his shirt on me.

Warm. Dry

My heart fluttered without permission as I clutched it to my chest, trying not to think about bwhat /bit bmeant/b.

Did he…..

I couldn’t even finish the thought.

I looked toward the mouth of the cave. He had really gone out into the heavy rainb. /b

Now I was alone.

I looked down at the shirt again, his scent clinging to it.

With ba /bshaky breath, I peeled off my wet clothes, wrung them out, and hung them near the fire. Then I slipped into the shirt.

It hung loosely on me, brushing my thighsb. /b

“It smells like him.” I whispered to myself.

Phina, my wolf, always sensitive to scents, curled into it as if it werefort itself.

I lifted my gaze toward the rain outside. Somewhere out there, a hunter was lurking.

bAnd /bRonan still bhadn’t /breturned.

Something btwisted /bin my chest.

bI /bstood, bwalked /btoward the bcave /bmouth–just bas /barge figure bappeared /bbthrough /bthe curtain of rain.

1 gasped, heart bleaping /bin my chest

Roman

His hair was drenched, his body dripping, his violet eyes gleaming in the dun light.

~Were you worried about ipe?” he basked/b, a smirk tugging bat /bbhis /blipsb. /b

My cars turned bcrimson/b. “Why would I be worried babout /byour 1-1 was just checking if the rain had stopped, so I could leaveb./bb” /b

His smirk deepened. “Is that so!”

My cheeks burned hotter. “Yes! Don’t misinterpret the situation