ROMAN'S POV
I ditched the elevators and made my way through the fleet of spiral staircases, with gold flecked railings to my room. My shoulders tightened with tension, it felt like the world hung on my shoulders.
“She's our mate!” Harper's voice resonated in my mind. I clenched my fist and quickened my steps. That image of that delicate looking werewolf, was stamped to my imagination like an annoying gnat.
Hissing, I inserted the passcode and waited impatiently, for what seemed to stretch on like forever. The door flung open and I stepped in, a sweet vanilla scent with an even sweeter, subtle undertone lingered in the air around me.
It was bad enough that I found myself inhaling it, enjoying the scent that wrapped around me, in a sensual way. Even stranger that it found its way thro
