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As Silent As A Mouse

I am being hunted. Well, not me exactly. Someone wants to get their hands on the genius behind A.M.K Pharmaceuticals. They just don't know it's me. I have discovered a way to negate anyone's scent, shifter or human. You would think it wouldn't be that big of a deal... deodorants promise the same thing, but my product is nothing like that. My product turns its wearers invisible to shifters. No, not like that. But shifters need scent more than almost anything else to identify and find a person. Without scent, they can't track down their prey, or smell an enemy coming up from behind. I had originally created it so my adopted father and I could avoid the shifter community. No one was supposed to know about it. Until a little birdy said something they shouldn't have to the wrong person. Now the humans are after me and the shifters want me dead. But that's fine. That wasn't the only thing I came up with. And if I am as silent as a mouse, no one will see me coming until it is too late. This will be a RH novel, the FMC will not have to choose. No MM Check out my other works: Rebirth In the Apocalypse: Third Time's a Charm (Book 1 in the Rebirth Series) -Completed Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story (Book 2 in the Rebirth Series) -Ongoing Star's Ships- Completed Dancing with Monsters- Ongoing Discord: Sakura#6289 Instagram: @devil_besideyou666 Check out my discord channel for the first chapter! https://discord.com/invite/yYtKzveE6T

Devilbesideyou666 · Fantasy
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140 Chs

The Bad Guy

"Welcome home," said Dominik as Caleb sat me down in a chair at the kitchen table. This mansion was massive enough that it had a formal and informal dining room, and I wasn't sure if I should do work at the kitchen table.

 

"Thanks," I smiled up at him before turning to the other man. "Are you sure that I should be working here? I won't be in the way?" I had gotten so used to no one being around me while I worked that I learned to spread out a lot.

 

While this table might be big enough for six people to sit comfortably, when I got working, it would barely be big enough for me.

 

"Who makes the decisions?" Caleb asked, raising his eyebrow in challenge. He leaned forward, inches away from my face, with one hand on the tabletop and the other on the back of my chair.

 

"You do," I replied, slumping down in relief.