All Chapters of Scent Caught By The Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Taylor's pov “Marianna, you said it yourself. Being mated to an alpha is…’’ “It has both its advantages and its disadvantages. I couldn't just praise him. No. I couldn't just come to you and tell you that he is going to be the best thing that will ever happen to you. I found it my duty to tell you about all the downsides of it, so that you know what you're about getting yourself into. And now that you already know those things you never expected, tell me, Taylor, has it in any way or somehow affected what you feel about him?’’ What a hot question. The question leaves me baffled, as it resonates in my mind over and over again. Because the truth was that my feelings for Ryan had not changed just because I saw a terrible future for the both of us. They had grown stronger. Our bond is unbreakable. That's what's frustrating me the most. But I was tied to a man who was bound to make me unhappy in the coming years. He is an alpha for crying out loud. “At the end of it all, the decision is

Ryan She was like a craving I didn't know I had. An addiction. My addiction. The moment we kissed, every part of me instantly knew that she was the woman whom I wanted to be kissing for the rest of my life. She is the woman who is meant for me. The answer to all the prayers I've been praying to the moon goddess monster finally here is someone I genuinely love. Someone whom I don't need to pretend that I care for. When she stared at me like that, I lost myself in those beautiful eyes. I was weak. like a man who had been put on a spell. I felt like I was enchanted. Yet when she put that hand over my chest and looked at my eyes, my cock had grown instantly hard in just 30 seconds. She had so much effect and control over me. She could easily make me worship her if she wanted. When our lips crushed together, it was heavenly. They felt nothing short of that. All I could think about was how my life would be with her by my side. For all eternity. She is indeed a gift from the Moon goddess.

Ryan The morning had been filled with celebration about the news. Every citizen of the pack had been busy performing their normal chores in preparation for the mating ceremony. For some reason, no one in the Pack really spoke about my father's mating ceremony. I wanted to know about it. Yet even my own father avoided that conversation like it was a plague. However, I busied myself by solving the grievances of my citizens. I had gone out to the pack. I had spoken to my warriors and some of the citizen representatives. I was so excited about the mating ceremony that I needed to find something else to keep my mind busy with. What better thing than to interact with my own people. I was accompanied by Philip and my head warrior, Nikita Butane. “Why have I never realized that the water pipeline broke down five months ago? No one told me about this.’’ I dropped the comment as we walked away from the chief Elder. Philip scribbled down the problem and a possible solution that I had suggest

Three Days Later Taylor I fidgeted nervously with my napkin, trying to avoid Ryan's intense gaze. I knew he could feel the tension in the air, but I didn't want to talk about it. Not yet. "Taylor, is everything okay?" Ryan finally asked, his voice gentle and concerned. I forced a small smile, hoping it would be enough to deflect his worry. "Yeah, everything's fine," I replied softly. But Ryan wasn't convinced. "You've been distant lately. Is there something on your mind?" he asked, his tone even gentler than before. I felt my heart clench at his words. Of course, there was something on my mind. But it was personal, and I wasn't ready to talk about it. Not with anyone, not even with Ryan. "No, everything's fine," I repeated, trying to sound more convincing this time. Ryan sighed softly, his eyes searching mine. "Did I do something to upset you?" he asked, his voice hesitant. I shook my head quickly, not wanting him to think that he had done anything wrong. "No, no, of course n

Ryan I stepped onto the training field, my sword at the ready. Philip, my best friend and second in command, stood across from me, his own sword glinting in the sunlight. We had been sparring partners for years, and I knew that he was one of the best swordsmen in the kingdom. We circled each other warily, each of us waiting for the other to make a move. I watched as Philip shifted his weight, his eyes focused on my every move. I could tell that he was analyzing my stance, looking for any weaknesses he could exploit. I feinted to the left, then quickly swung my sword to the right. Philip parried the blow easily, then launched a counter-attack. I deflected his sword with mine, then swung low, aiming for his feet. He jumped over my blade, then came at me from above. We continued to dance around each other, our swords clashing in a blur of metal. Sweat dripped down my forehead, and my arms ached with the effort of holding my sword steady. But I refused to give up, determined to prove t