Chapter 149

DOMINIC'S POV I walked into the council chamber, still flushed with the afterglow of last night. Her scent clung to me like a second skin—warm, sweet, and completely intoxicating. I hadn't had time for a shower, barely had time to get dressed. Every time I moved, I caught a whiff of us, mingled and raw, and I had to bite back a grin. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one with a strong sense of smell. The moment I stepped into the grand council hall, the atmosphere shifted. The scent of coffee, parchment, and old politics lingered in the air, but it was quickly overpowered by something else. "Someone had a good night," Alpha Rowan drawled from his seat, swirling his mug with a lazy grin. His gray eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked me up and down. Alpha Reon snorted, slapping his palm on the table. "You should've hosed yourself down first, Dominic. That's a potent combination of lust and mate-claiming. Not even the council candles can cover it." The table erupted into laughter. It