The Scent of the Mate
Read the storyMarin Hale has never had a heat—until she meets Cael Rourke. He feels it first. Her scent hits him, sharp and undeniable, and it follows him even after she leaves. The next day, her heat arrives—fast, sharp, and unrelenting. Every touch, every sound overwhelms her. When Cael finds her, he already knows. He steps closer. The pain softens, folding into warmth and pleasure. His scent, his presence, the brush of his fingers against her wrist sends electric tingles through her. Her body reacts before her mind does. He steps back. The ache spikes. It’s him. Only him. Every measured touch, every inch of proximity calms and sharpens her all at once. The pain fades, replaced by hypersensitive, consuming awareness—her body locked entirely on him. The heat passes. The sensitivity doesn’t. The bond holds.