“Paxton and Alexis, why not escort these lovely ladies to the dance floor?” “I must verify something,” I state as I rise. I observe Aniyah’s disappointment. I am indifferent.
I approach the woman in the blue dress. The aroma of Norah’s exquisite perfume is now more pronounced. As I approach, the aroma is nearly intoxicating. I am beginning to suspect that the scent I detected may not belong to Norah. I observe her halt before Eric, engaging him in conversation.
I focus and utilise my enhanced werewolf auditory perception to discern their conversation. The difficulty arises from the music and the separation between us. I advance slightly and begin to discern some of it.
“Your kindness towards Alyssa and me was unnecessary, and I will always be grateful to you.” “Should you require anything, do not hesitate to enquire, Alpha,” she informs him. He grins at her. Her voice is exceptionally smooth and gentle. “It is merely Eric now,” he rectifies her.
“Not to my knowledge.” She asserts that Alpha Gavin would unequivocally approve of my continued use of the title Alpha.
Your family has contributed more to this pack than the majority. I value the loyalty, commitment, and sacrifices you have all demonstrated. You are indebted to me in no way, Celine. On the contrary, it is the opposite. Your father served, your mother healed, your brother followed, and then you. “Considering what I subjected you to over the past seven months, I would assert that I am profoundly indebted to you,” he remarks with a smile, prompting her to chuckle.
What is the subject of their discussion? “The past seven months have not been the most straightforward, yet I will persist if you request it,” she smiles, and I feel as though the air has been expelled from my lungs. She is exceptionally beautiful.
You are no longer accountable, Kido! “It is a critical moment,” he grimaces.
Celine assures him, “Everything will unfold as intended.” He grins and acknowledges with a nod. They bid farewell, and she proceeds to the bar, followed by me.
As I approach her, her fragrance intensifies. Certainly not Norah’s fragrance. I perceive the word ‘Mate’ in my mind. What does it mean? Suddenly, she pivots and gazes at me. Our gazes are fixed, and she remains motionless. I advance a step, and she remains stationary. After several additional steps, she ultimately begins to approach me.
Celine’s Perspective
Upon concluding my conversation with Alpha, I proceed to the bar. I continuously perceive the enticing fragrance of cologne throughout the night, and as I approach the bar, the scent intensifies. The captivating scent accelerates my heart rate. What is happening? Suddenly, I hear a voice within me, ‘Mate.’
I turn around, and merely 15 feet away stands the most exquisite man I have ever encountered. I observe his appearance. He is likely 6 feet 4 inches tall.
He possesses attractive broad shoulders and exhibits significant musculature. He possesses dark hair, pronounced features, and a robust jawline. He epitomises allure and masculinity. As an adversary, he would be formidable; however, as a companion… thus. Indeed. Attractive.
He is attired in a navy suit, and he appears well-presented. Excellent. Moreover, that odour. It is remarkably captivating. He advances a step and then halts. Before I can spiral into thoughts of his disinterest, he approaches me. My mind clarifies slightly, and at last, my legs begin to function as I approach him halfway.
Upon our encounters, I find myself at a loss for words. Our gazes are intensely fixed upon each other. His emerald eyes are exceptionally radiant and captivating, causing my heart to race unpredictably.
“I am Cohen,” he states. His resonant voice is both calming and alluring.
“Celine,” I state, maintaining eye contact. He has an even more pleasant aroma in close proximity. I desire to make physical contact with him! He advances, reducing the distance between us to less than a foot, and his hand rises, with his fingertips gently brushing my cheek.
I experience the sensations from his touch that I have frequently heard described. It is exceedingly pleasurable. I find myself inclining towards his touch, closing the remaining distance between us. I desire him. I perceive him approaching as well. It seems as though we are magnets, and this phenomenon is beyond my control. Cohen employs his fingers to direct my chin towards him. Before I realise it, we are kissing in the centre of the room, visible to all. Exasperating. He is kissing me as though I am his possession. Characterised by intense possessiveness and fervent passion. I sense his profound and instinctual desire for me, which is arousing me. I desire him.
