Alex White POV.
My head jerked in the direction of a soft voice that had just graced my ears. But when I laid eyes on the person standing before me, it took every ounce of self-restraint to keep from snapping.
Victoria.
She stood there, wearing a meek expression on her face, but her true nature, her promiscuous and cunning behaviour, couldn't be concealed.
"It's me, the one you encountered in the forest, Alex. Silvia, that girl, she's my spitting image," she began explaining, causing my mind to spin with the audacity of her lies.
Despite the similarities in their appearance and the fact that I had caught a glimpse of Silvia from a considerable distance, I possess an innate ability to discern my true mate from impostors.
But what about the scent? Forget about physical features and fac
