A strangled groan echoed in the noisy cabin today.
By the afternoon of the fifth day, the concentrated pheromones leaking from beneath the master bedroom door had turned the living room into a pressure cooker.
It smelled of the Basilisk in the peak of his season. But mixed with it was the sweeter, softer scent of Roxy, creating a cocktail that was designed by nature to drive male predators absolutely insane.
Especially the ones sitting around in Roxy's living room.
When they were signing up to be their mate, they didn't really sign up to losing their minds over their mate pheromones mixing with another male's pheromones for 5 days.
Zarek, the Dragon King, seemed the least affected. He was sitting at the kitchen island, calmly peeling an apple with a shard of glass. Iris sat on his thighs, watching him in awe. His reptilian biology allowed him to filter out the noise, or perhaps he was just too arrogant to let a snake's scent bother him.
