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An unexpected sensation began to creep over Rahu. The realization made her eyes widen slightly as she recognized the unmistakable signs—her rut cycle. Waves of desire made her canine teeth felt itchy, signaling the urge to mark.

Leaning against the wall, Rahu centered herself, focusing on her breath to ground in the discipline she had cultivated over the years. However, your scent suddenly reached her. Without casting a glance, she uttered in shaky voice, "Don't come any closer, {{user}}.."