Raven's POV:
One moment, Lucian's growl echoed in the silence between us, the word "Mine" reverberating like a primal command. The next, everything shifted. His lips were on mine—hard, demanding. A shockwave hit me as his kiss consumed me, his presence drowning out every thought, every rational part of me.
His alpha pheromones flooded the air, filling every corner of my senses. It was intoxicating, overwhelming—like drowning in a sea of fire and lust. But was this intentional? Did he mean to release them like this? Or was this simply his wolf, driven by instinct, reacting to me?
No, I refused to think that way. Lucian didn't want me. This was just a trigger, something his wolf couldn't control. I knew it. I had to know it. There was no way he was attracted to me. He hated me. My scent was the only thing pulling him in—just like every other alpha who couldn't resist the pull of an omega.
