Maximus's POV
I felt like a creep, because I was acting like one. But after what happened last night, I just couldn't stop.
I looked at the white silk gown in my hand before bringing it to my nose once again. The same one she had worn last night.
There was just something about her scent that was sweet and alluring. Not the fake perfume most women wore. No—this was her. Raw. Honest. Hers.
I hated that I was doing this, yet my grip only tightened on the delicate fabric. She smelled so good, like secrets on fire, like temptation itself.
She was different. I could feel it. But she wasn’t my mate.
I couldn’t sense her that way. The bond wasn’t there. Yet there was something about her—something that made the beast in me restless. Unsettled. Awake.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this drawn to
