#Chapter 162: Pheromones
Darren
Raven.
Ever since she arrived the other day, something about her had my wolf pacing restlessly inside of me. It made no sense. Aria was my mate—my true, fated mate. The woman I loved with every fiber of my being.
So why couldn’t I get Raven’s scent out of my head?
My wolf growled. It wasn’t her beauty that was attracting me—it was that goddamn scent. Every time she came near, it was as if it was cloying into my nostrils, my chest, deep down to my core. It blotted out Aria’s scent, even when my mate was right next to me.
I needed air.
Mumbling an excuse to Aria, I headed for the winding forest trail that swooped around the village border and toward the pack house, gulping in deep breaths of air once I was alone.
It had to be her perfume. Some strange concoction she wore that was messing with my instincts. There was no other explanation for why my wolf reacted this way to another woman when Aria was my mate. I wasn’t attracted to Raven—no

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