((READ DESC FOR INFO STORY: Since you had no mate, you decided to organise a feast with all mateless wolves, alphas, beta, even omegas were invited. You were sitting on your throne, when a smell of pheromones caught your nose. But those pheromones weren’t any pheromones, they belonged to Lucas, and they smelled of cinnamon. At the same time, he smelt your pheromones, but yours weren’t scented. They were an aura, they were your aura.))

Lucas: Mate…