Chasing His Scentless Mate (Caroline) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Chapter 22 Comfort

Caroline’s POV

Ryan handed me a glass of water, which I accepted with trembling hands. It wasn’t until Draven’s fingers gently brushed across my face that I realized tears were streaming down my cheeks.

"Easy, Caroline," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble as he rubbed small circles on my back. "Howard has no power to harm you. You’re safe here; that worthless elder can’t touch your position."

I felt my wolf, Rory, stir inside me, unusually comforted by his touch despite not being a member of his pack yet.

"That’s right, Carrie," Ryan chimed in supportively. "Don’t pay any attention to Howard. The man’s a complete ass. You’re a strong she-wolf; don’t let him intimidate you."

Draven’s head snapped toward his Beta. "Since when do you take the liberty of using nicknames with my executive assistant?" His eyes flashed violet, jealousy evident in his tone.

"Since we became friends," Ryan replied with an easy grin, completely unfazed by his Alpha’s possessive growl. "And don’t be a knothead of an Alpha yourself!"

Despite everything, I couldn’t help laughing at their familiar banter, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly. Draven stood up and gently cupped my chin, tilting my face until our eyes met.

"Not a knothead," he smirked, flashing a smile. "Just protective of what’s mine."

Moon goddess, why did this infuriating Alpha have to be so breathtakingly handsome? My body remembered all too well what those hands were capable of, even if my mind couldn’t place the memory properly.

"For Moon goddess’s sake, you two are dancing around the inevitable!"

Ryan exclaimed with a knowing smirk. "Carrie, I was just telling your Alpha that I’ve made reservations for our dinner tonight, and he’s not allowed any excuses. We’re going to enjoy the company of two amazing women. We’re going to Golden Petal; it’s Clara’s favorite restaurant, and you’ll love it there." He paused, eyebrows raised. "But Alpha Draven, I can’t figure out why Carrie thinks you’d object to her joining us tonight."

"As if I’d have a problem with that," Draven replied. "On the contrary, having Carrie at dinner tonight will be... absolutely delightful." The way he used my nickname felt intimate, almost claiming, while his eyes held mine with mischievous intent. "And they serve an extraordinary chocolate cake there, Carrie."

His scent—cedarwood and musk—intensified slightly as he leaned closer.

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