AIDEN'S POV
The moment I stepped into the house, her scent hit me like a punch to the chest.
Jasmine.
It wasn't just the usual, familiar scent of her. This was something more intense and alluring. It filled the air with a deep warmth and a raw, primal quality that wrapped around my senses and made it hard to breathe.
I stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, my hand still on the doorknob, my pulse kicking hard against my throat. My chest rose and fell, struggling to keep the rhythm steady.
Fuck.
It wasn't just her scent. It was… arousal; thick and warm, filling the room like smoke, wrapping around me and drawing me in with an undeniable force. It clung to me, seeping into my skin, making my body tense and my head swim.
I swallowed hard, my hands curling into fists at my sides. My wolf stirred under my skin, immediately becoming restless and wild, pacing in my chest. He pushed forward, snarling low, his desire radiating under my skin like molten heat.
