THE ALPHA’S DAUGHTER 73_When The Moon Hides Her Crown

Chapter 73 His Scent On My Skin.

 SERAPHINA

 Since my perfume hadpletely washed off in the rain, I was too panicked to notice a far more jarring truth, Ronan’s body. carried no wolf scent.

 Not a single trace.

 What kind of bloodline did that?

 I had never, not once, heard of a werewolf without a scent. A woll’s scent was

 as everything: part of their identity, their signature. It was the first sign of maturity, blooming in adolescence. Even pups had a developing scent as their wolves grew stronger. But Ronan?

 Nothing.

 Just the maddeningly clean, masculine scent of rain, earth, and worn leather.

 Just Ronan.

 That meant everything he told me was true.

 He hadn’t been lying.

 What was worse, my wolf felt it too. She stirred in my chest, not in rm…but in agreement. Silent. Still. As if recognizing something sacred.

 That’s when the weight of his earlier confession crashed over me.

 I’ve been saving myself for you 

 My heart stuttered like a wild animal trying to outrun a snare.

 My wolf stirred again–restless, confused, drawn to him by something that defied all logic.

 No.

 I couldn’t let myself fall into this trap.

 I couldn’t afford to believe what he might be implying.

 Because if I was wrong if I read too deeply into this….

 I wouldn’t just lose my disguise.

 I’d love my heart.

 “I’ll leave when the rain stops,” I said, pushing the words past the tightness in my throat. I slipped away from him slowly, Carefully.

 His eyes followed me–silent, intense, too steady for a man who had just unraveled my entire understanding of him with a single truth

 I moved toward the cave’s entrance, trying to calm my heartbeat. It thundered in my ears like a war drum. My wolf had never been this out of control.

 Why now? Why hum

 fuceded space. I needed rity

 While behind me. I could still feel his gaze Unwavering Heavy

 I told myself not to turn around

 Being alone with him in this cave was already dangerous, especially after what he’d just said.

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 Chapter 73 His Scent On My Skin

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 Outside, evening bled into night, the forest turning darker by the second. The cold crept in, piercing through my wet clothes. Normally, werewolves didn’t feel cold the way humans did, but this forest had its own rules.. 

 Maybe it was because I was half–naked. Soaked. Shivering.

 “The rain’s not stopping anytime soon,” Ronan’s voice broke through the silence. “Sit down. Regain your strength”

 I turned, startled.

 And froze.

 Ronan was shirtless. He had shrugged off his soaked shirt and wrung it once before draping it over a jagged rock

 The flickering shadows of the cave fire danced over his sun–kissed skin and defined abs, each muscle carved like stone. The sight made my breath catch in my throat.

 I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

 He stared at me for a beat–calm, unreadable–before walking around. He gathered dry tinder and old wood, then pulled out ja knife. Scraping it against stone, he coaxed sparks into a small fire. Within minutes, mes licked at the cave’s cool air, crackling softly,

 Only then did I see them, the scars.

 Long, deep, and jagged. Some thin and silvered with age, others newer, angry and dark. Each one a story he never told. A past he never shared.

 And I, Goddess help me, I found them tempting

 “Wanna touch?” Ronan suddenly asked, catching me mid–stare. His voice was low. Dangerous. yful.

 Heat rushed to my face.

 Shit I’d just eye–fucked an Alpha

 Without answering. I hurried to the fire, dropped down, and held out my hands for warmth.

 He hung his shirt close to the mes, adding more wood as I squeezed the rain from my hair. My soaked pants clung to my skin like an icy second skin.”

 While I was distracted, unaware, I didn’t notice his violet eyes darken.

 Didn’t feel the slow, hungry path his gaze took over me–over the glistening raindrops trailing down my corbones, the slope of my shoulders, and the barely–covered swell of my breasts,

 The white cloth I’d wrapped around my chest had be nearly transparent. stered against my body, it outlined everything. Every curve. Every breath.

 His wolf responded to it. I saw it sh in his eyes.

 Suddenly, I felt heat again, but not from the fire.

 My eyes snapped to hip, catching him staring directly at my chest.

 My heart jumped, shame flushing through me as I instinctively covered my breasts with my arm.

 “What are you looking at?” I hissed.

 His gaze met mine, shameless, amused. “Your clothes are soaked. You’ll catch pneumonia.”“

 I pressed my lips together. He said it with concern, but his eyes told a different story.

 Tm fine. I muttered.

 If I were alone. I would’ve stripped off my wet clothes long ago. But not with him here. Not with Ronan

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 Chapter 73 His Scent On My Skin

 Even though I’d shifted in front of countless males before, he was different.

 I clutched the waistband of my pants, trying to anchor myself, and stared hard at the me.

 His gaze never left me. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

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 Soon, my skin began to itch. Badly. I fought the urge to scratch my chest. The wet fabric against my skin was unbearable.

 That’s when somethingnded on my head.

 I flinched, ncing up.

 Ronan stood over me.

 “I’m going to find something to eat,” he said, his voice low and unreadable. “I’ll be back in ten minutes,”

 Without waiting for a reply, he strode into the storm.

 I looked down.

 He’d dropped his shirt on me.

 Warm. Dry

 My heart fluttered without permission as I clutched it to my chest, trying not to think about what it meant.

 Did he…..

 I couldn’t even finish the thought.

 I looked toward the mouth of the cave. He had really gone out into the heavy rain. 

 Now I was alone.

 I looked down at the shirt again, his scent clinging to it.

 With a shaky breath, I peeled off my wet clothes, wrung them out, and hung them near the fire. Then I slipped into the shirt.

 It hung loosely on me, brushing my thighs. 

 “It smells like him.” I whispered to myself.

 Phina, my wolf, always sensitive to scents, curled into it as if it werefort itself.

 I lifted my gaze toward the rain outside. Somewhere out there, a hunter was lurking.

 And Ronan still hadn’t returned.

 Something twisted in my chest.

 I stood, walked toward the cave mouth–just as arge figure appeared through the curtain of rain.

 1 gasped, heart leaping in my chest

 Roman

 His hair was drenched, his body dripping, his violet eyes gleaming in the dun light.

 ~Were you worried about ipe?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

 My cars turned crimson. “Why would I be worried about your 1-1 was just checking if the rain had stopped, so I could leave.” 

 His smirk deepened. “Is that so!”

 My cheeks burned hotter. “Yes! Don’t misinterpret the situation

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