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“This makes no f*****g sense,” he said. Him. The guy who’d tried to take Rachel from me. My mate. Even with the revelation that he was my scent match, I was still seething at the fucker’s audacity.
I tried to calm my breathing, but my wolf was still agitated. I was a doctor. I studied the DNA of shifters for inherited traits, but it made no sense to me either. This guy, Nash, sitting beside me, was my scent match. He wasn’t even from our pack. All my research up to this point had indicated that scent matches only happened within the pack. I had a working theory that they developed due to proximity during puberty. But Nash had been nowhere near me growing up. So that theory just got blown out of the water.
“It’s simple to me,” Gibson replied.
After we’d cleaned up the great room
