In the center of the king-sized bed, Blaez sat with elbows on his knees, fingers raking through tousled auburn hair, trying to compel his mind to rest. But it won’t. It’s always on her, his mental succubus, which has siphoned all his thoughts. All he wanted to do is be with Bree, but it seemed their connection was too weak for her to feel the mate-pull because each time he tried to get close, she wouldn’t accept the bond. And, he could barely smell her temptress scent of vanilla and roses.
Yet, it had started to become more noticeable, but it would only do so in waves. Like, that day he couldn’t smell her while in the cafeteria, but he could smell her at the Training Field. He was at the furthest part of the field, per usual, with the human soldiers. And it hit him so hard
