A gentle breeze drifted past me forcing my head to turn on its own accord, I glanced over Orion’s shoulder and stared at a lone door that caught my attention, its brass handle reflected the curiosity and intensity in my eyes as a distinct and alluring scent consumed me. The taste of honey dripped from my tongue as drool threatened to drip from the corner of my mouth, I gripped Orion’s shoulders and thrust my legs downward and fought against his hold until he was forced to release me. I ignored his confused expression and stepped away from him, leaving the Beta standing in a dazed state as he watched me approach the rose oak door.
“You shouldn’t…” he started to say before he caught himself.
“It smells good,” I murmured as I reached for the doorknob.
“Alaïa,” Orion warned.
His warning ca
