Chapter 3 Sweet Scent

The moment I stepped into the feast hall, a very sweet and addictive scent hit my nostrils, causing my senses to become alert. I heard my wolf howl in my head as the scent became stronger with each step I took. What is this scent? Where is it coming from? My eyes swept across the room as I struggled to find the source. While struggling to find the source of the scent, I feel a pair of stern eyes staring at me from the table. But I ignored the pair of eyes and kept searching for the source of the sweet scent. Is it the food? The drinks or the fruits? Or is it a perfume? If yes, who is the one wearing such nice perfume? Gosh, about twenty Lycans are occupying the table, including the king; it might be difficult to pinpoint the particular person wearing the scent. "I need to get the scent off my mind; I need to stop thinking about it," I whispered to myself as I drew closer to the table. I can't afford to make mistakes; I need to keep my head straight. Once I reached the table, I slowly and gently placed the tray of fruits on it before leaving to stand with the other servers at the end of the hall. As I stood with the other girls, I couldn't help but notice a pair of eyes constantly taking glances at me. Don't get me wrong; I'm used to being stared at, but these particular stares are different from the usual ones. They are constant, and they bore holes into my skin each time. But I won't look at him; we were asked never to stare at the people here. Staring at the Lycans can warrant a death sentence. I don't plan to die now. I have to escape this place first. There's no way I'm dying in a foreign land. No way. As the feast proceeded, I could hear the loud voice of the Lycan King. The Lycan King is well advanced in age, but he is still as strong as ever. Still as fast and still as murderous as he was many years ago. "Why isn't he here yet? Why can't he obey simple rules? I planned this feast for the whole family. Tell me why he is not here yet," the Lycan King thundered angrily. "You have to calm down, Your Majesty; he is on his way and will be here any second," a very feminine and gentle voice replied to him. I'm guessing the voice belongs to his second wife. "It's been fifteen minutes since the feast started; he should have been here a while ago. Does he have to make me, his father, wait for him? What nonsense?!" The Lycan King thundered again. He seems really pissed off by his son's attitude. "Forgive him; I'll make sure he doesn't repeat this mistake," the feminine voice came up again. The door opened a second after her words, and an announcement came. "Prince Arthur is waiting at the door," a guard announced from the entrance. "Let him in," the king growled. Upon the king's orders, the door opened a second time and the prince stepped in. "Tell me why you are late; I need answers!" The king started, "Do you plan to kill me before my time?" Writer's POV "Do you plan to kill me before my time? I need an explanation from you right now," the king continued yelling at his first son, but instead of paying attention to the king or apologizing for his behavior, Prince Arthur instead fixed his attention on the servers standing at the far end of the hall. What is that scent? He thought to himself, Who does that scent belong to? Arthur didn't waste a second; he ran over to the servers and started sniffing them one after the other. Frightened, the girls fearfully backed away from him once he came closer to them. The scent. The scent is too intoxicating. Overwhelming. The scent was messing with his brain cells; he had to find the owner of the scent and find out why her scent was messing with his brain. And not only his; the scent was also messing his beast up. Since he stepped foot in the hall, his beast hasn't stopped howling in his head. His beast wants him to find the owner of the scent quickly. And so Arthur did; he continued searching for the scent's owner until he got to the frightened Livy. She. She's the owner of the scent. "Look at me." Prince Arthur forcefully lifted her jaw so their eyes could meet. The moment their eyes met, a loud howl escaped from his mouth. Before Prince Arthur could control himself, he lifted Livy onto his shoulder and raced out of the feast hall. Prince Arthur didn't stop running until he was far away from the palace. Once he regained control of himself, he dropped her on her feet then he slowly backed away from her. What is this? Why did his beast act out like that? His beast is not known to lose control. What exactly happened? Who is this she-wolf? "You... Who are you?" Prince Arthur threw the question at her when he couldn't get an answer from his beast. "What is that scent? Why is your scent so addictive? What did you do to my beast?" "I... I don't know." Livy mumbled; she was still in shock and hadn't been able to make sense of anything. This man's scent is as intoxicating as the other scent in the feast hall. She is having a hard time controlling herself before this man; her wolf has also been trying to come out since this man appeared in the feast hall, but she has been holding her back. She wants to know why her wolf was acting out today. But more than that, she wants to know why this man had taken her out of the palace. She wants to know why his beast reacted the way it did after they made eye contact. She wants to understand why she felt a lot of sparks when his fingers brushed against her soft skin. She also wants to understand why her pussy has been throbbing so violently since they got here. Why is she getting horny for this man? A man who was not her husband. What does it mean? What does it all mean?!