Lily’s POV
I want to vomit but there is nothing to come out, my head is o hurt to the point my vision becomes blurry. I want Peter, I need him. No, not just him but also his pheromones. I look at the bed where he sleeps last night, I crawl over until I get there.
I can still smell the faint scent of his pheromones but it’s not enough, I want more.
I need to feel his strong dominant scent in my surrounding, it is the only thing that makes me feel safe and calm. But how can I call him when I don’t have his phone number?
I close my eyes; my heartbeat keeps beating fast and loud. Why is my whole body reacting to that unfamiliar pheromones?
“Lily…”
I think I start imagining things, I heard someone’s voice calling my name in a gentle way. It’s not Peter but why my heart felt so hurt, it’s
