♡☆ALPHA LUCA♡☆
I should've left her on the porch.
The storm was bad enough without Candace trailing after me wrapped in nothing but a soaked-through bathrobe, sloshing barefoot behind me.
I kept catching myself looking back. Every flash of lightning lit her up for a second long enough to catch a glimpse of the damn robe plastered to her thighs and the cleft between her legs.
Her ylang-ylang shampoo and sweet lavender scent made my wolf stir, awakening a primal hunger long buried in me.
Something about that scent pulled every nerve in me to the edge. Something so familiar and almost close to a mate scent.
Fuck no. It wasn't the scent of a mate.
I'd been there once before. Had a mate before so I knew that all-consuming, moth-to-a-flame pull. And this wasn't it. It had to not be it
