The Serene Moon and Her Frozen Wolf Lord

Chapter Four-Dampness & Disorders

As Joanna left the bar, the night was well advanced. The echoes of her two encounters with Andrew that day lingered in her mind, leaving her with an indescribable thrill. Despite her awe of Andrew’s aura and the mystery surrounding him, she couldn’t ignore the fluttering sensation within her. She kept thinking about his unique scent and the magnetic presence he exuded, which had distracted her throughout the evening.

Back at the flower shop, she quickly took a shower, washing away the fatigue of the day. The water washed away not only the sweat and grime but also some of her worries. Standing before the mirror, she gently dried her damp hair with a towel. The reflection showed a mix of subtle freshness and weariness. After changing into comfortable loungewear, she headed to the shop’s studio.

In the studio, soft music flowed from the speakers, creating a relaxing atmosphere. Joanna sat at her desk and began organizing the shop’s affairs. She pulled out her notebook and browsed through information shared by an omega about sensual fragrance blending. The combinations and effects of these scents piqued her interest. Her fingers danced over the keyboard as she recorded the blogger’s various recipes and methods for creating fragrances.

Meanwhile, Andrew exited the Rousseau Bar, feeling slightly tipsy and disoriented. He took a deep breath in the cold night air, trying to clear his head. The scent of Joanna lingered in his mind, making him restless. His assistant, George, noticed Andrew’s state and quickly opened the car door for him before returning to the driver’s seat.

“Mr. Andrew, you have no further appointments for the evening. Shall we head straight to the villa in Reykjavik?” George asked with concern and professionalism.

"Hmm!" Andrew’s response was muffled and slightly slurred.

George started the car. " It’ll take about 45 minutes. You can rest for now. "

About 20 minutes into the drive, Andrew’s condition worsened. His susceptibility phase seemed to be unusually intense. As a beta in Andrew’s circle, George sensed the growing pressure from Andrew. Normally, Andrew’s susceptibility phase wouldn’t start for another month, but signs of it had appeared prematurely.

Puzzled, George tentatively asked, " Alpha, are you alright? It seems your susceptibility phase might have started early. Should I arrange for a doctor to meet us at the villa? "

" Drive faster. Go to Joanna’s flower shop and send the address to Bonnie. Have her get to the shop immediately! " Andrew’s voice was urgent and anxious.

George’s unease surged. He quickly adjusted the navigation and sped up to 140 kilometers per hour. Andrew’s mental pressure was overwhelming, making it hard for George to stay composed. His voice trembled, " Alpha, can we open the window for some fresh air? Your mental pressure is too intense; I’m struggling to cope."

Andrew’s only response was a vague “Hmm,” his voice deep and weary, filled with suppressed emotions. The car window slowly lowered, letting in a cold breeze that offered some relief, but Andrew’s agitation remained.

Ten minutes later, the car finally stopped in front of Joanna’s flower shop. Without waiting for George to open the door, Andrew quickly got out and headed toward the shop. His gaze was determined and frantic, his presence becoming more intense in the cold night. Standing at the shop’s door, he pounded urgently and frantically. When there was no response, he used his heightened senses to locate Joanna in the studio. With a swift motion, he tore the door open, sending splinters flying.

The sound of the broken door caught Joanna’s attention. She had been listening to music through headphones and hadn’t heard the commotion outside. As the noise reached her ears, she quickly removed her headphones, shut down her computer, and went to investigate.

When she opened the studio door and saw Andrew standing there, fear surged within her. Her voice trembled with shock and unease, "Mr. Andrew, what are you doing here? You’ve damaged my shop door!"

Her surprise and fear made her voice quiver a little, and the sense of Andrew's mental oppression weighed heavily on her. She took a slight step back, trying to keep some distance, "Mr Andrews, your susceptibility period is here?"

‘Is it because I refused to pay off my debt with the flower shop that you've come to settle your score with me?’

Andrew wasn't even paying attention to what she was saying, just relying on his nose to search her out, he finally caught the scent of her, an orchid aroma interspersed with a subtle hint of grape.

He couldn't consider it in time and reached for her neck, eager to inhale more of the scent, his mood was calming under the influence of the scent, but he was still eager to draw more of it from her.

" Joanna, you're not beta, you're omega." his voice was low and eager, "You smell so good, what is this smell? I can't believe I've never encountered it before."

Joanna was startled by his sudden proximity, a shiver ran through her body as she faced his intense mental pressure and looked into his reddened and bloodshot eyes, her heart beating faster, "It's a Lotus Petal Orchid, a niche orchid." She stammered in reply, anxiety in her voice, "Mr. Andrews, please let me go, I'll agree to mortgage the flower shop to you."

She tried with all her strength to free herself from him, but Andrew's strength locked her in a place like an iron prison. He pressed her against the wall, lifting her arms above her head with his left hand and securing her waist tightly with his right. His nose traveled around her neck, eager to draw more fragrance from her. His breathing became rapid and passionate as he gradually moved closer to her chin.

Joanna felt her cheeks heat up and her breathing become rapid, a twinge of unease still within her as Andrew's lips slowly pressed against hers, the initial touch was brief and sharp, but as the kiss deepened, Joanna tried to respond to his passion, her body softening under the onslaught of strong emotions. Noticing the change in her, Andrew released her hand, which climbed up to his shoulder in a smooth motion. Andrew's spirit gradually relaxed as the erotic aura in the room grew.