She had not been monitoring him; the boy was seated in Ryder’s Alpha Chair, rotating himself repeatedly.
Cast a concerned glance at Ryder.
“It is acceptable,” he remarked with a smile. “His happiness is what is significant.”
“He occupies your chair,” she murmured.
“I can see that,” he chuckled. “It will be his one day.” He then approached and halted the chair’s rotation. “Son, come and meet Annabella; she has something very important to convey to you.”
“Myself?””
“Affirmative, you.” You are exceptionally unique.
“I am aware.” He smiled at Ryder and leaped off the chair. Brianna seated herself, and prior to Annabella initiating any discussion to enlighten Stella about wolves and their reliance on olfactory senses, she frequently frowned, appeared to converse with Fade extensively, and then enquired, “Is that why Nolan consistently has an appealing scent to me?””
Affirmative.
“The man has been exuding an enticing aroma for two days, driving me to distraction.”
“That is likely the reason you are unable to refuse him.”
“Pause.. Does he emit that odour to everyone?Even Ryder chuckled at this, saying, “No, Stella.” “It is a scent that only you and Fade can perceive; it is his distinctive Mate scent,” Ryder informed her.
“How can I ascertain which one that is?””
“In my opinion, Nolan has a distinct odor.” The scent of cedar and ginger, along with any other aromas, is distinctive to you.
She immediately began to giggle upon realising what it was.
“Please keep that confidential.” Brianna smiled at her, though she sensed that she would probably disclose it eventually. Particularly if she deemed it that entertaining. Ryder’s distinctive fragrance was blackberries. Only she could perceive that about him. She now contemplated whether they did, as she bore his scent. Dismissed it.
“However, it is quite amusing.”
“He is entirely yours; he is your eccentric, recall.”
Stella nodded, “All mine,” she smiled, genuinely appreciating this aspect of Nolan.
“Affirmative, consistently.”
Observed her recline on the couch. “I ponder what scent I emanate to him.” May I enquire with him?”
Brianna affirmed with a nod, “Yes, certainly.”
Stella appeared exceedingly content, smiling to herself.
Brianna signalled for Annabella to sit and converse with Logan at this moment.
The woman sat cross-legged on the floor before him, weaving their lineage into a narrative reminiscent of a fairy tale.
There existed a wolfen princess named Iris, who harboured a secret of paramount significance from all wolfen beings. She was the most coveted princess among all wolfen kind. No male wolf could withstand her allure; she had been confined in her castle for years to safeguard her from those males.
A witch was summoned to craft a magical charm to conceal herself from the wolves. That was not her divinely appointed mate. She endured a protracted wait to discover her wolfen prince, who was her Mate. However, due to the enchanted pendant,” Annabella revealed her pendant to him, “her prince was unable to perceive her scent. He was unaware that she was his Mate.
Princess Iris endured significant pain and heartache due to his ignorance of her identity. She fervently prayed to their Goddess to grant her the ability to be perceived solely by him. Regrettably, her prayers went unanswered.
“Overwhelmed by sorrow, the Princess remained unable to attain her Prince. However, one day, unable to endure the anguish any longer, she ascended a high hill within her kingdom. On the night of a full moon, feeling closest to their Goddess, she knelt once more and prayed with all her might.”
“She presented her own blood to the moon goddess, imploring with her head bowed to the ground, incisions on both arms allowing her blood to flow into the earth as a final offering to secure her Prince.” She paused in her narrative, observing him lean forward, eager to ascertain if her plea was successful.
Ultimately, her prince, an Alpha wolf with an acute sense of smell, detected the aroma of her blood and scoured the kingdom, pursuing the scent of both blood and his Mate, apprehensive about her safety. The scent of blood was overwhelming.
“His wolf ascended the hill swiftly to locate his Mate, who appeared diminutive and fragile, reclining in the grass and murmuring prayers to their goddess, beseeching her to reunite them and allow him to perceive her scent.”
His hand gently caressed her hair, and when she glanced upward, she found him gazing down at her, disheartened by his knowledge of her presence, which had been within his grasp all along, unbeknownst to him.
The Princess gazed at her Prince, uncertain whether he could detect her presence or if he had merely stumbled upon her.
She had approached him numerous times without success. Her Prince elevated her chin, and he along with his wolf declared their possession, stating, “Mine.” Ultimately, the Princess discovered the method for her Mate to Claim her.
“They could now experience happiness together and had numerous offspring.” The lineage of Iris and her Prince endures to this day, signified by a distinctive emblem: a wolf with white eyes.
