Twenty : Scent Marking:
After dressing myself appropriately, I fixed my hair in the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom.
Eros stood several steps away from the bathroom, waiting for me. I stepped over to him when he grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me directly in front of him.
Being this close, I could definitely see how much he towered over my form. Just his scent and the electric tingles from his touch made me remember certain events this morning, that shouldn’t be roaming around in my mind.
My heart was starting to beat rapidly again because of how close he was and my palms were getting sweaty.
For some reason, Eros liked to keep skin to skin contact with me at every chance that he gets.
I cleared my throat and just barely flinched to the side when he hunched downwards. His handsome face suddenly enlarged in my vision.
The barest of tingles formed against my neck when his head dipped, cold nose rubbing against the column of my throat intimately. Tiny goosebumps formed against the base of my head and I could feel my whole body tremble and quake in his arms.
“Um, Eros? What are you doing?” I asked, willing my limbs to quit shaking enough to talk.
“Scent marking.” His rather short and blunt reply managed to jolt a memory of mine.
Werewolves scent mark most of their property, things, and, of course, people. Alpha’s have a more higher instinct to scent mark their property and tended to scent mark most of the people close to them in order to keep their pack members safe from harms way
The more powerful the Alpha, the more stronger the mark.
Their scent marking can deter other werewolves from attacking their pack members and family. It can also aid them in finding those they scent mark.
Considering the fact that he was scent marking me, one of the reasons must be because he was trying to protect me.
It probably was going to make tracking me easier.
I don’t know if I should be grateful or not.
What if one of his enemies manage to breach his territory and I just happen to be a good member to kidnap? Or what if I escape and that enemy sees me and decides to destroy me off of the face of this earth because I was apart of his pack?
This feels like a double edged sword or a death trap of some sorts.
From analyzing scent marking, I know that werewolf scent marking is a little more harder to remove since it is actually their energy that is being exerted and soaked into the flesh of the person being marked. Sometimes, even after death can their scent still be scented at the burial ground.
It was like a mark that would never be erased.
I’ve tried before and the one thing, that manages to erase new scent marks, is consistent baths in bleach, acid, ammonia and a variety of other harmful chemicals that tend to degrade the skin. I’m not too interested in becoming a skeleton.
Also, note how I said new scent marks.
Scent marks that are regularly reinforced are almost like a tattoo. Unless there is a pronounced period of time where the person is not marked again, the scent mark will fade. For instance if the Alpha dies, the mark will fade with time. Or if the pack member moves from one pack to another, the scent mark will be replaced with a new scent mark, but not removed. Basically, you are trading one for the other.
Werewolves tend to have several types of marks. For instance, mating marks, Beta marks, Gamma marks, tracking marks, etc.
Out of all those markings, mating marks are the only permanent marking that is irreversible once done properly.
“It will keep you safe,” he murmured, warm breath pillowing against the sensitive skin of my neck and collarbone. I refrained from shoving him away and instead forced down the intense need to shiver.
My neck was really starting to tingle and burn in a rather ticklish way. I, unconsciously, shrug my shoulders.
Eros pressed a soft butterfly kiss against the base of my neck and backed away as if he knew that I was going to punch him again.
His body temperature was a lot higher than the average humans and just holding his hand was alike to holding a hand warmer. I tried to remove my hand from his, yet any attempt to dislodge him was worthless.
I finally stopped my squirming and sighed.
When we finally left his room, the halls were deadly quiet to the point where you could probably hear a pin drop. Some girls, whom I recognized from the ‘council ruling’, were staring at me as if I had two heads and several menacing tentacles.
Which isn’t true.
I didn’t feel as if their gaze was of mockery, superiority or disgust like it was yesterday.
Instead of foaming from the mouth or calling me rude names, they looked rather shocked and jealous...maybe? A couple of them had dropped their phones, ran into an open door or bumped into each other, creating a colliding mess in the previously clean hall.
What is up with their over exaggerated expressions?
They were acting as if I transformed from an extremely ugly caterpillar into a multi-colored butterfly.
Beauty is only skin deep, right?
Strangely enough, I felt oddly satisfied that I could make them dazed with just one look my way. Instead of fainting in disgust, they seemed to be in awe, which was a lot different from the type of looks I usually get from people.
Before, no one ever looked at me twice.
Now instead of staring me down, they stare at me.
It was nerve wracking to say the least since I’m not used to being stared at by a group of people like this. It felt like speech class all over again and God knows how much I hated that class.
I glanced upwards at Eros to notice his eyes had changed colors, beautiful blue eyes were glowing eerily.
Everyone in the hall had frozen in place before quickly standing straight after cleaning their mess at an astounding speed.
No one dared to look at me again.
Eros continued dragging me along and wherever we went, people greeted him with their heads bent down and tucked under.
It must be nice to have such control over people. I wish I was an Alpha too.
Toran, Eros’ Beta, came strutting down the halls straight towards us and proceeded to stop just a couple feet away. His eyes never strayed from Eros.
Everyone was afraid to directly look at me now. What Eros must have mind linked them was probably scary enough for them to all be acting like I am some sort of poisonous disease transferred through just one look at my face. Which is kind of scary if I think about it.
“Alpha. Alpha Female.” Toran greeted rather slowly, gauging Eros expression by the looks of it before continuing, “Alpha Xavier has just arrived and is awaiting you.”