Secret Behind The Scent Of A Mate

Arlan and Drayce, who were still discussing inside the drawing room, heard the petty quarrel between Oriana and Rafal. Arlan was amused to witness Oriana growing irritated, and by the time she finished treatment, the grin on his face widened. 

"Are you proud? Drayce commented. "You got a fierce one."

"Fierce is good. Interesting to tame."

"I wonder if you will end up tamed instead."

"I am not like you."

"Do not forget she is your mate."

"Not mine. I am a human and we don't have your concept of mates."

"We will see." Drayce smirked at him mockingly. "I will wait for the day when you eat your own words."

Arlan sneered at him. "All I want is her presence."

"And her scent?"

"It comes with her presence."

"Does it?" Those red eyes seemed amused at his denial. "It's a scent only unique to you."

Arlan threw a cautious look his way. Drayce had little to no humor. For him to be like this, it seemed like a trap.