After The Moon Sets (Werewolf Paranormal Romance)

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Author: Reba Taylor
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linger and whore around until the scent of their mate attracts them, forcing them to settle down. Once their nose picks up on that particular scent, they will never want another woman other than their mate. Some Wolves found that lingering scent in human females, but it was rare, very rare. They don’t usually breed outside their race unless they don’t have a choice, or they want a litter of mutts to assist them with humanly duties. The great thing about mutts is that they can play both sides of the field.
    “Trust me on this one, you don’t want to go where I am going. Hell, I don’t want to go.” I told her. Sarah shrugged, ignoring my encouragement.
    “We better get going,” she suggested with a permanent frown, “he’s waiting for you.”
    Sarah led me back to the foyer where Aiden stood looking flawless in a tuxedo. He smiled once he noticed me and I walked over to him. I didn’t apply any wolfs-bane , however I did put the perfume tucked in my bra. Aiden frowned at me again. It was still the same as applying it. He couldn’t read my scent so long as I had wolfs-bane on me.
    “Don’t worry, I’ll leave it in the car when we arrive.” I assured him. “I promise I’ll smell just a like a vulnerable human girl.” Aide rolled his eyes and rapped a long mink-fur coat around my shoulders.
    “We should get going.” He suggested. I followed him out to the car.
    I suppose the best thing about traveling on the Island is that you didn’t have to travel far to get where you were going. We seemed to arrive to the castle quite quickly, within ten minutes and that was in bad weather. Aiden held out his hand before we were assisted out of the limousine and I knew what he was asking for, he wanted the wolfs-bane. I rolled my eyes and handed it to him.
    “Oh fine,” I grumbled. “Let’s get this over with.”
    “The castle was just as lovely as I remember it. I’ve been in the Vampire castle as often as I can remember, bringing forth criminal Vampires before the Vampire Sherriff of this town. ” The servants took my coat, and we were well on our way to the ballroom to mingle with the other guests of this lavish event. Vampires surely knew how to hold class and style whenever they hosted an event.
    “You still stink of wolfs-bane.” He complained.
    “Fine, I’ll lay low for a bit until it wears off. Don’t worry, I’m a big girl.” I assured him. Aiden frowned, but left me to make sure his presence was known.
    I had to stand out in the cold for at least a half hour to make certain that the scent wore off. While I waited, I allowed my mind to assess the situation. What could a Vampire possibly possess that would be both dangerous to Werewolves and Humans? I was dying to know, which is why I anxiously walked back inside onto the ballroom floor to join Aiden. The bobby pins that Sarah placed in my hair were piercing my scalp, and I pulled my elegant bun loose to free my head from the torture. I was never a big fan of the beauty is pain theory . I shook my head, letting my hair fall wildly down my back. At this point, I didn’t give a damn how my hair looked, I was more intrigued to learn the mission.
    I needed to find Aiden, so I casually looked around the palace, hoping to find him not too far away.
    “Excuse me…” Aiden spoke from behind me. I had quickly come accustomed to the sound of his voice. He planted his hand gently on my shoulder, turning me to face him.
    “Really Aiden?” I complained, “You lost sight of me simply because I took those stupid pins out of my hair?” Aiden didn’t respond. He stared at me intently, as if I were merely a piece of meat, leaning in and sniffing me vigorously. He moved so close into me that I had to push my hands against his chest to force him back.
    “What are you doing? Get back you dog.” I complained. He didn’t listen.
    “That smell… I’ve waited centuries for that scent.” He murmured. I laughed lightly and shook my head.
    “Oh no, I’m not

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