The room was quiet, save for the distant sounds of the Redrich estate at night—the soft rustle of leaves against the windows, the faint hum of a night breeze, and the occasional creak of floorboards settling. Hugo had been sitting beside Lea on the bed, brushing her hair back softly, when he felt it—a subtle shift in the air, a change in her scent. Her mint pheromone, usually calm and gentle, rippled through the room with a new intensity.
Hugo froze, his senses immediately alert. He knew the shift well—it was rare, but not dangerous. And yet, this intensity carried a depth of emotion and desire he had never experienced from her before. Lea's pheromone was active, strong and compelling, and the heat of her omega scent filled the space between them, wrapping around him, claiming him as it sought comfort and closeness.
