Chapter 15 His Son

• "If you ever try to wash my scent off from you again, as you did earlier, I will chain you to the bed and fuck you until I am so deeply embedded into your womb that you won't be able to eradicate my fucking scent. I won't let you leave it until you're dripping me out of your sore, bruised cunt, Brat." Lifting my nose, I waited for the smell of her anger, but all I found was her scent that drove me crazy.
• Braelyn's scent had always called to me, even before I'd known we were mates. She smelled of peonies and vanilla orchids, which weren't strong as other women's odors. I'd enjoyed Brae's aroma because there was a sexy under- tone that spoke to the woman she would become. Everything about her had been perfectly balanced and gorgeous.
• She exited the bathroom, stared me dead in the eye with a smile curving her lips. "You could try, but I doubt you'd get what you want from me in that aspect. Clean up, asshole. I won't have the pack thinking you're some weak-ass city boy who can't handle being alpha to a mountain pack. Put something on that tells them you're not as weak as you fuck."