The moment Damian stepped closer, a thick wall of his pheromones enveloped me, seducing my senses and rattling my composure. I had always prided myself on my ability to control my scent, to wield it like a lance or a shield. But with him standing so close, the air charged with his overpowering presence, I felt the grip on that control beginning to falter.
"Aria, can you feel that?" His voice was a low, sultry drawl, oozing confidence and dominance. He moved even closer, and I felt my heartbeat race, my instincts firing as if a live wire ignited within me. "Your wolf is reacting. Can't you feel it?"
I steadied myself against my bed, the solid wood grounding me as I tried to catch my breath. "I won't let you get to me," I declared, channeling my defiance through gritted teeth. I had faced down what felt like a thousand storms this one would not be different.
