Lycan’ Arrogant Mate

She Smelled Strength and Warning

The smell... He recognized it immediately. It was her scent, there was no doubt about it. Predatory butterfly. Her gaze was focused and did not seem to miss a single detail. This could only be a professional demeanor.

And he was sure that she already knew about his presence, without showing any signs of this knowledge. But this was far from the case, and that was not the reason.

Meticulously examining her clothes with an experienced and keen eye, he caught sight of what was hidden under her black and blue dress, except for her slender, appetizing body - the skirt slid along the barely noticeable outlines of thin blades, under the blouse there were the same on her hands. But not everyone would notice all this. Simply, he knew what to look for, where, and by what signs.

Leaning back in his chair, Shawn Black folded his arms across his chest and allowed a slight smile to tug at his lips—he, too, preferred edged weapons. But that was not the main thing about her. She was young and very beautiful, and it was her scent that attracted him in the first place.

This is how Strength and Seduction smell, with a tart, juicy taste that almost settles on the tongue and makes you want to lick her, from head to toe, slowly and thoroughly, stopping only in the sweetest places. Otherwise, he simply would not have taken on this matter.

However, there was also curiosity - he wanted to meet Sarah personally. Such people were very rare in their furry society, and not one of them had ever looked like this one... so defiantly dangerous and seductive at the same time.

Running three meters past him, she allowed herself to breathe deeply when her nostrils fluttered barely noticeably.

She sniffed too. To him. Trying to understand whether he posed any threat to her, and she could hardly miss how strong. And being perfectly aware of everything, she did not hesitate to run away but continued to flicker before his eyes, more and more exciting his perverted fantasy. There was not even a drop of fear in her, but only a challenge, silent and exciting.

A predatory butterfly... no, not a butterfly, but a brown-eyed wolf, fell into the trap from the moment he inhaled her scent, which smelt all her things. Also where she came from, where she lived half of her life, and where her Flock remained, which asked him to find and return them to Alpha White.

And, of course, for a lot of money, which for him was just a pleasant extra passion for any task. For a mercenary like him, this was a trivial task, uninteresting, if not for who exactly the object of his search was in this case.

Her appearance was deceptive, and he was sure that beneath her fragile severity lay cold calculation and precision in her actions. She will resist, and will not hesitate before plunging the knife or pulling the trigger.

She's used to killing. But it’s unlikely that she was simply taught this, not at all... it was in her blood. Whites were not made, they were born, and every Lycan knew this.

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The man seemed to notice Sarah's gaze and glanced in her direction, nodded with a smile.

Sarah White thought secretly in her heart about that man and found a corner to sit down. After ordering the food, she kept looking at the visitors, her eyes were full of people watching a show, and she only had a Dog Sandwiches in her hand. The more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

The expression on his face was not as cold as at the door of the hotel, but his eyes were full of frivolity and pride.

'Oh my God, it’s my fault!' When she saw this scene, her inner fantasy was completely overturned. She turned away and stopped looking, for fear that she would spit out her disgust.

Sitting in the corner and doing her job perfectly, Sarah was focused on only one visitor to this bar. In the farthest corner sat a dark-haired man dressed in black leather. Trying not to look at him, she just didn’t catch what color his eyes were.

But that was not important. He sat out here like a black raven among white swans, and his smell was like the note of nutmeg in an expensive perfume. Besides, he was a Lycan, and he reeked of lust.

In a big city, his presence could hardly be called accidental, especially here, in this hotel’s bar area and with such interest in her. Now every Lycan was her enemy until he could prove otherwise, if, of course, he managed to do this before dying.

She did not have the opportunity to test the friendliness of everyone who approached her. And for the one who was being hunted, this was completely acceptable behavior.

If the Lycan was not stupid enough, he could immediately determine that it was not worth approaching her. From a kilometer away she smelled of Strength and warning. The man in the corner of the hall was hardly a fool and looked too dangerous.

She felt it on her skin, as did his interested gaze. He sat on a chair in the most imposing position, with his arms crossed over his chest, confident in himself and with a lazy smile on his lips. There had to be something worth hiding behind such self-confidence.