SOLANA
Slowly, almost in a daze, Alpha Roman moved over to me. His nostrils flared, and he squinted at me. Anna had told me his senses were muted. Could he...smell me?
"Why..." his voice was rough when he spoke. He reached out a trembling hand to cup my face. "...do you smell like that?"
I gulped, my heart pounding with excitement. He could smell me!
How?
Why?
I didn't do anything special. I didn't even put on perfume. Tara told me not to. She said my scent was the best smell she had ever perceived.
My husband's beautiful eyes met mine, his confusion obvious. He buried his face against my neck, his nose grazing my skin. I bit my lower lip, blood rushing to my cheeks. This position felt too intimate, so much that I didn't know how to behave.
"Do I smell good?" I asked breathlessly,
