Hannah’s POV
The study door creaked open with a soft groan, and my pulse quickened before my head even turned. That scent. That infuriating, overpowering, utterly intoxicating scent hit me like a gust of wind, scattering my resolve.
It wrapped around me, warm and commanding, a mix of sandalwood and forest, with an earthy undertone that felt like stepping into a dense forest after a rainstorm. It was the kind of scent that could make a woman weak in the knees.
It wasn’t fair, really. My core tightened, and I hated it. Hated him. Hated myself even more for reacting to him like this.
Since I arrived at this pack, my body has betrayed me at every turn. Every time Liam was near, it was like my senses stopped listening to me and instead answered to him. It was infuriating and humiliating
